Clinging words like— uncertainties
the skies of celebration
a near-mantra failed here
beneath— perfection
If a thing is a thing
what it means is— how it relates
then things feel things
the meanings they create
My chemical insides
register light-beams
emotions accounting
too, too many things
Started while residing on McBride St. in Syracuse, NY; 1992, aged 24 or 25.
Writings By Erick Heins 