I was born with my insides turned out, blood and veins
Seeking to bury into armfuls of twiddling, whimsical lanes
Many voids, empty windows, rooms full of light
Each bed, a new hunger; each farewell, a familiar flight
One morning, the wind sent her wedding gift
A singing frangipani, lost and found adrift
You ask of my god, why do elephants run
when they can trample cats, I wish he knew then
Why do faces that form in clouds smile
Just as you when tears cloud sweet guile