One last snowflake
And the roof collapsed.

One last raindrop
And the levee cracked.

One last grain
Before life is breathless.

One last kiss
To seal my blessings.

They appear,
They seem,
They presuppose
With their ink to emphasize
My dreams
With the task of following lines,
Connecting routes,
Filling in blanks.
I add sighs to words,
Words to screams
That come from someplace deep and quiet.
They seem,
They appear to assume
You will understand me.

There is such thing as too much reality,
For us to face,
In which Halloweens come and go,
But the horror stays.

I am terrified, all right?
Coul you please be, too, terrified?

Tell the truth and duck,
Or get up and pack.