How You Die Out In Me: Down

We Are Told That When Hölderlin Went 'mad,' He Constantly Repeated, 'nothing Is Happening To Me, Nothing Is Happening To Me.'

They've Healed Me To Pieces.

Each Arrow You Shoot Off Carries Its Own Target Into The Decidedly Secret Tangle

How You Die Out In Me: Down To The Last Worn-out Knot Of Breath You're There, With A Splinter Of Life.

I Went With My Very Being Toward Language.