The verses in it say and say:
“The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay.

My love eroded when the spring rain spat down the clear water from the heavens. Pavement cracked, empty gravity exploded each thought of you into millions of glittering pieces, the groundbreaking reality set in as you escaped my mind. Filthy ravens screamed across the sky with feathers that painted the night into purple and blue- you crossed my mind once more as the atmosphere weighed itself down and the earth tumbled deep into the cosmos.

Casting a single shadow in the direction opposing the sun, where the moon hides her delicate smile from those who listen to her sing, he sat with a hand faithfully on his chest. Her cosmic lullabies calmly set his chest free of the compression that twisted his spine. Deformed, unintentionally beautiful and irrelevant, the universe cradled him to sleep and the sky burst open with the liquid that once painted the sky.

Let me die the moment my love dies,
Let me not outlive my own capacity to love,
Let me die still loving, and so never die.

The wind ran through the knots in my fingers, tightly wound around hair that had grown far too long. There are inches of you in the length, the last remaining moments I had of you slowly moving down the line of time that grows with every passing moment. I could have cut you off, let the wisps of freedom hit the floor and be swept into the garbage — but I loved you. I loved your eyes, the purity of your voice, the comfort in your touch. I should have cut you off, cut you out, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t let you go.

I exist,” murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. “I’m young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work, I prosper, I do good business, I have houses to rent, money in state securities; I am happy, I have wife and children; I like all these things and I want to go on living, so leave me alone.

You’re all my heart’s desires. I only wish I could close the distance between us to a couple of inches, where I could admire more closely the sublime being that you are and yet remaining fearful of touching something so sacred and so beautiful. You’re an angel and I hope you know it. If you don’t, I’ll make sure to remind you in my own special way.

The day’s too long, be gone,
The silent night’s the fittest time for moan;
But stay this once, unto my suit give ear,
And tell my griefs in either hemisphere.

I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
Thy visage was so irksome in my sight,
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.
I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.