An Ode to Cailtin

So much death in the wake the relationships Hurley burley silence that is anything but silent.

Or get the distant display on the dash that reads adjuntar fuel essence.

The real essence of the wake was not the passing of life but the lonely sound that pin point ripples in the wake of closed eyed paper dolls that like to perform metaphoric gymnastics to the poor overhauled shedding tool.

Water shed the new skin over the old to issue in the new day of programs delight…What exactly does all that mean?

So much for the glory of Rome.

I guess the main thing is that love exists where time does not

And the way that you allow me to love you is faster then light and longer then the infinite.

I am defined by you.

Souls merge and I love the way you do the things you do.

The way you move your hair, and the way you act like you don’t care.

I wrote a song once in the wake of ecstatic auras, crippled by drug induced psychosis, on the brink of accepting fates infinite plan...

I can safely say with you breathing heavily, securely in my arms,

I have never been the kind the man I am when I’m with you.

The kind of man my parents are proud of and the kind of man that I am proud of and the kind of love that makes the whole thing worth it.

The kind of friendship that insists upon itself.

The kind of companionship that makes all the others dull by comparison…

sort of like dessert before dinner.

Except you are the whole ecosystem: the water, the nitrogen, the sun light.

This kind of love is cyclical.

This kind of life is love.