Recommend an action,

A word, a thought,

Embrace me.

Hold me to your heart,

I’ll fall through your fingers,

To kiss your feet.



Oregon silence…

Far, far out

My father found a hill

Where the sun doesn’t shine…


The stars don’t shine for fear of blinding thee

The moon casts forth her shadow upon the earth

And shining Venus, darkling Mercury…

The sky grows dim, and you are given birth