roujo:
0 3 0 1 - are we doing this again
roujo:
0 3 0 2 - I do not want the last thing I say to anyone to be how I feel something has gone cold in me and I don't love you as much as I used to
roujo:
0 3 0 3 - I would remain by night with you
roujo:
0 3 0 4 - make you feel at home in the world
roujo:
0 3 0 5 - you could see but had no sense you could ever touch without dying
roujo:
0 3 0 6 - I heard it, the music that could not go on without us, and I was inconsolable
roujo:
0 3 0 7 - you can endure any sort of prison if you can apprehend a window in the dark
roujo:
0 3 0 8 - approval and disapproval alike satisfy those who deliver it more than those who receive it
roujo:
0 3 0 9 - under the skin of turf I, cocooned, lie, trying to understand
roujo:
0 3 1 0 - but I have come out of one death, the one whose walls were glass
roujo:
0 3 1 1 - he had forgotten how convincing the world could look
roujo:
0 3 1 2 - and from each distraction I learned two things
roujo:
0 3 1 3 - but when my hand reached out, I felt for an instant something other than the cold touch of glass
roujo:
0 3 1 4 - my eyes had falled prey to a snare of webbed lines
roujo:
0 3 1 5 - I carry the same baffled heart I have always carried
roujo:
0 3 1 6 - I am keeping very still hoping keeping very still won't be a permanent condition
roujo:
0 3 1 7 - the real is what can't escape
roujo:
0 3 1 8 - bending the mind around the dream's blown fuse
roujo:
0 3 1 9 - I'm making this up as I go, hoping—even as I go—to be finally getting somewhere
roujo:
0 3 2 0 - spending time together wouldn't be so bad
roujo:
0 3 2 1 - a small thing, unshared
roujo:
0 3 2 2 - so it sounds like a place you can live?
roujo:
0 3 2 3 - and there is not a single thing here I can recognize
roujo:
0 3 2 4 - to us, who are already awake and distressed
roujo:
0 3 2 5 - what melody was it, monotonous but still sincere, and like the one the grass whispers, no longer to be heard?
roujo:
0 3 2 6 - as gods proceed when they think they love us
roujo:
0 3 2 7 - he was born with the knowledge of his own problems, but not the tools to solve them completely
roujo:
0 3 2 8 - afraid that nothing would happen tonight, just as nothing had happened the night before
roujo:
0 3 2 9 - I watched their mouths go round to bursting notes they flung in eddies, and when a singer saw me she smiled, keeping time to her inner rhythms
roujo:
0 3 3 0 - most never rise above a tree
