She doesn't move and she is stronger than I am.
She makes sounds like winter. When I plead
that I can't hear, she doesn't hear
because of the power coming out of her.
She isn't pretty. Her strength is by will.
Her mind is kept small.
Maybe those mont [...]
I don't want to confuse the world
any more with songs about love.
They sound like the giant creakings
of a wooden ship that never comes
into port these days. And even if
there was one, we would be lost
before they decided who should board.
No, the ai [...]