410
11 o'clock
the visitor hasn't come
I go to sleep
409
resurrection sky
the way it looks
from six feet under
408
departing between
blue sky and birdsong
not a trace
departing between
blue sky and birdsong
I become a cloud
departing between
blue sky and birdsong
not here, not now
departing between
blue sky and birdsong
I turn inside out
departing between
blue sky and birdsong
a feather floats away
407
remember
over
my
dead
body
406
death. . .
I used to care
but things have changed
~ after Bob Dylan
406
stop
in the name of love
or death
405
death. . .
will now take
your questions