Everything hurts.
Everything is numb.

Everything is heightened.
Everything is dull.

Everything is lacking.
Everything is too much.

Everything was me,
but now everything is nothing.

His eyes, milk-pale, show more than a single place--
A zone regarded as nourishment,
Sip it.

Entranced by this flow of the frame,
She appears sensuous, like the wind,
A legend.

Together, a faultless rhythm:
Footnotes to silent memories.