Running down these vacant halls
Behind the stage before curtain call
In these moments, I'm taken back
Three years before the beatten track

And somewhere 'neath that cutrained hide
Comes a feeling from deep inside
Not quite joy, not yet grief
A fleeting moment, yet never brief
And with a gasp in the dark unseen
Comes my gasp, a silent scream

Not even audible, yet still a song
Brand new, but I grew it all along
A wish for a past away from this pain
A wish for future, never to come again
And as breathless words rise up again
I silently mouth my memoriam

For gone is the girl I once was
Yet still she's here, in every cause
Then I didn't know half of what I do now
Never had a clue as to what was about
To happen to me, to my loves and my mind
I want it so bad, like a fool to rewind
But I know to get better, I have to go on
Even if I miss those old patterned songs

So in an attempt to take a stand
Here I type a feeble memoriam
For I can't even start to change it all
My past will always have its power and call
But I must leave and I must grow
So wish me luck and here I go
For though I will fail again and again
Falling back on way back when
I will get up, and then will stand
Shouting in memoriam

Out of stardust from the sea
More than what we thought we'd be
We've come do far from sinew and bones
To our new computerized homes
Each time any tries to step back from nature
It pulls back, luring us closer
For as much as we live in this space
It lives in us, in every place

She wore death as a coat in December
and slept in until the thirty-first day of February
and she never talked of suicide in June
though if you were to kiss her
in July you could taste the thought
in the tears that stained her lips
and if you caught her singing
to the moon in early September
you might notice she was smiling
just a little
and she was in love with August
but she never let the days know
and she would tell you January
was a waste of time
if you spent it doing anything but napping
she liked to collect ants
from the gardens of March
and wildflowers from the roads of April
and she matched May tear for tear
every time it rained
and she walked with the dead
through November and told them stories
to help them fall back to sleep
October was the season of her heart
and she wore it on a string
she pulled from the skies of eternity
and wore it around her neck all year long

Here is a plant that could cut your thumb
From a strange frond does it become
With its pieces cut fresh
It can disolve your flesh
We'll give it to you as a sign of welcome