Hold my hand get through this I dissect your iris And behind the lens there is an omen Here I thought I knew you But I’m stuck on preview You were hiding in my peripheral vision In my dreams, reaching forward, falling backward, out my…

eight, eight. i forget what eight was for...

nine, nine, nine for my lost god...

How’s the saying go, isn’t it an echo or a stain But words get telephoned, caught up in some other’s long refrain Heavens catch your gaze, barter for your faith, how pretty the horizon How far does it go, the unintended consequence of sight…

ten, ten, ten, ten for everything, everything, everything, everything.

Got one for xmas