Reach out,
Feel the rain,
Caress the wind,
Touch the moon . . .
Then down,
past the cliffs,
the people and the cars.
Away,
from the faces,
the guilt and the fear.
Because
When you love something
So much that you know
You can't live without it,
What can you do . . .
but die?
-Miostiek, 3/7/95