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