She looks for me in the howling lust
A garden of life, held together
By its own beauty and by the holes torn
Into it, with all the winds rushing into the great black nothing
Behind the canvas

But she cannot find me,
I am somewhere in between everything
My love is a hummingbird relishing springtime
My love is a relic at the bottom of the sea
My love never was and my love will always be

I found myself at an impasse
With holes in my brain
That echoed her nature--
Remember me for the flowers I sent
Before we made me hollow.