9

ENDLESSLY

We endlessly fall apart and come together

Television flickers with flash people

Endlessly

I sit on the couch in Lisbon

Flipping between the heaven

And hell of intimate liason

Endlessly dying

Endlessly being reborn

I haven’t stolen since I was a child

I endlessly feel like a thief

In deceit, in pursuit

Some things are private

The fruit in this rich, lonely orchard

Resoundly echos with faith

As it hits the ground