How many meager past events can be changed in five years?
How many silent entanglements can arise when we meet again?
I am your lingering warmth, under the skin and in the blood
You are the pain I can't hide, hidden in my eyes and under my heart
Unable to love
Hate but cannot
How many changes will this vicissitudes of memory and gathering and separation have to go through before it can be perfect?
How much gospel do we need to accumulate before we can swim through this story about faith and waiting?
At the very end,
The night is as warm as water, and the summer solstice is sunny at the beginning of the month. Can you and I sit side by side and watch the Cowherd and the Vega?