I never relied on the eyes only cried on the shoulders of strangers and a heart only ever takes so much then it breaks and it all falls apart from one single... touch and it's gone, that infinite omen that seeks its own fortune among the wreck of a nation.
One minute to last us a lifetime and one more to build me a fortress, it's a mess in the mind when you can't even find your own thoughts you relied on but the eyes only cry on,
ask Noah or Jonah who drown in the flow of the mountains that melt into streams, ask the generals who fell through the wars that they fought through and ask them who knows, but the answers we look for on the pages of papers escape us.

I am angry at me at what I cannot see at what I do not knit into the futures that sit in the laps.. and at the gods up there, I swear I could nail them all to the cross when I'm cross with myself.

When I sink and I will, when I fill up the bathtub,
When push comes to pull and the bathtub's quite full and the eyes do not cry any more,
the last touch of a madness like the last drops of rain only fall when the evening sweeps the daylight away.