the fall, o onsleeping with the dictionarynthen the snow, onfalls like pagesnnif i could if i would if you asked me any questionsnblooming from my head the sun with its dry definitionneven so, o onthe world i know is full of holesnnwe woke, o onin an ocean on the tvnwalked slow, onacross the papery sandnmelting through, wet feet gluednfaces locked in two dimensionsnbound up by 4 sides of our conceits & self-inventionsneven sonnthe world i know is full of holesnthe world i know is full of cracksn& that's where my beloveds gondangling their paperbacksnn