A future;
The future
From you, to you

Love is like driftwood
coming and going
with the tide

Love is a hurt animal
breaking the quiet
of the night

Love is like smoke
through a spiderweb
hard to hold onto

Love is pleasure, love is pain
like sunshine and rain.

You have difficult eyes,

and you constantly inspect everyone's smile.

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

Smoke and books
Miles from home
The lowly plants among great men
A church watches me, where I rise and set
Can you call me back?
Fear of knowledge, fear of the bottom
Salvage friends over love
My packed lunch
Change at the wrong time
Soaked shoes
Waking in shock
And so I ****** these creeping books