i'm on the other side

you may think you know me

but you don't

i live in isolation

from myself

and from the love

it's got something to do with

these empty spaces

these golden ramparts heavenly

towering into indigo sinking skies

with limitless twinkling bounds

two dollar romance

bullshit

give me snow

in july

in between these flames

what is the look

of the red cathedral

where i worship all that is

from now until the end of time

you know what love is

but you don't know hate

and you don't know light

only light can break the dark along

our river

through the Canyon Lands

and this beautiful struggle

in the red cathedral