eleven lines
i am not
action figure sold
seperately
another paradigm scam
your latest bad excuse
i am not marketed
i am alive-alive-o
i am still
i am real
for gaïa
these eyes bright w/ hope & love
wait for another
where years burn their vigils yet i
look upon another
every spark of a lusty season comes
risen for another
plowing under senses in the blind wave
seeking for another
always & again left in the rain
hope upon another
i yet will fall cold alone & raging
never for another
but only for you:
my gaïa