With hands tied (behind my back)

she is beautiful and bound.
wondeful and wrapped, in metal and plastic.
rest now in sleeps pretense.
"the angels wings will cover you tonight, halleluja, halleluja.
rest your head against the breast of christ, halleluja, halleluja."

"thoughts pass by like a river flows."

this little girl is very pretty, her parents must often wonder what she might have been like, without the pain. they must have thought and blamed and cursed themselves to a point of collapse. these thoughts pass by like a sweeping second hand from 6 to 8 to 10 and another minute begins and their new love for her is born.

for a moment, standing behind the counter i saw through the Fathers eyes who this little one is. was made to be. her only words were moans and snarls, indistinguishable murmurs for help or for love or for hunger. He let me see this fracture mended and it was beautiful, she was beautiful, she is beautiful.

this is my first update in many days, i havent written all that much lately.
the trend must not continue.
adam