Up. Out. Safe. A haven is heaven, just for the outbreath. The emptihead. The emptihead that allows the sky in. Listening. Forgession. Breathing, my respite, the feeling of green transpiration, sweat the colour of green make-up sweet & secret & terribly beautiful. Tears are coming, and going, and sea and breath And see here on the breach of things, in the centre of my eye, if you dare to look: Listening. The possible concept of a darling Love. Forgession.