The air was thick, electric, slow,the kind of dark that seems to glow.The tunnel hummed, the concrete sighed,as London pulsed and multiplied. We st...

O foolish heart, thou fragile thing,That flutter’d toward a phantom’s wing;How swift thy hope, how sweet thy fall—To love, and be the dunce of all....

I float in blue, a borrowed pose,the sun decides how much it glows.Red halo hums against my skin,a circle I keep folding in. They told me, “shine, ...