Every Heart To Love Will Come, But

I Am Not The One Who Loves - It's Love That Chooses Me.

What Were The Bodies Like On The Beach? Ugly And White And Ruined By Offices.

No Penance Serves To Renew Them, No Massive Transfusions Of Trust. Why Not Even Revenge Can Undo Them, So Twisted These Vows And So Crushed.

The Art Of Longing's Over, And It's Never Coming Back.

I Feel That This Is A Vocabulary That I Grew Up With. This Biblical Landscape Is Very Familiar To Me, And It's Natural That I Use Those Landmarks As References. Once They Were Universal References And Everybody Understood And Knew Them And Located Them. That's No Longer The Case Today, But It Is Still My Landscape.