She left the web$$$ she left the loom$$$ She made three paces through the room

I hold it truth$$$ with him who sings<br/>To one clear harp in divers tones$$$<br/>That men may rise on stepping-stones<br/>Of their dead selves to higher things.

For men may come and men may go$$$ but I go on forever...

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hateI feel so free and so clearBy the loss of that dead weight.

A man had given all other bliss$$$<br/>And all his worldly worth for this<br/>To waste his whole heart in one kiss<br/>Upon her perfect lips.

O love$$$ O fire! once he drew<br/>With one long kiss my whole soul through<br/>My lips$$$ as sunlight drinketh dew.

Eluding sight$$$ eluding touch.

But I don't have anything left inside of me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything$$$ it's to know what's possible to want.

Chaos is the penance for leisure.

I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain$$$ the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.