Gossamer Glass Hands
She flew my nest. I cracked her eggs to think.
Who's behind the eyes. Nobody can say.
Mother imagination cackles like a little girl a youth one step ahead of time.
"Danger. Warning. Warning." The automated alarm sounds. Crossing the borders to the land of Finnagans Wake.
Numerical oddities perspire madness.
I didn't pass the customs at Finnagans Wake but I will try again.
I can't have everything but I can have it all.
Emotional power and extreme beauty without words feels like impotence.