We never want the same.

The moon, how itcannot know.

Every childhood is strange.

Not all of us get to be ghosts.

We lose names of things. Then the thingsthey named.

But too much rain can translate anything to unspeakable.

Fate behind the pillarswhere something fell.

There's time, this lasting forever.

It's how wordscome apart in a dream.And then you're awake.