throw me in the river,
sever my brittle heart.

it’ll never be the same
as long as they’re apart.

i smell the lanolin
that the old woman burned.

she speaks nothing,
but her husband she has yearned.

but, through it all,
i speak of nothing true.

for there is nothing in the sky –
nothing waiting in the blue.

how long must we wait
for this never-ending cycle?

there is nothing so uncouth –
there is nothing in the title.

see me in the mirror –
see it with my eyes.

i can see the superficial –
i watch it with despise.

these are lingering tears uncried
for these tears are undefined.

you shall see the evanescence
when you can see no other mind.