Please protect my surface.

All my being is crumbling.

I am in the beginning of searching for completion.

Please understand.

I am trying to file down my fears

but I cannot find the edges.

You are caught in the midst of a beautiful making.

Just hold me and nourish me

while I fend off my worries.

You can be my savior,

you can enrich my thinking.

My surface is what is not true so save it,

remember it.

Then really get to know me, really.

My perfect covering is saving my tears.

Listen to my vital inside.

July 27, 1999