dying_for_the_sight_of_her_again dead_batteries the black plaster glasses blocking out sight from within a hollow chamber, fought from the blinding light she shone into my eyes when we met, taking all risks, deep in the night beneath the trees and stars to talk and kiss along the river's bend. turning again, around in the smoke, only the dizziness that rises fills my heart again with the songs she sung though my ears now stand deaf to the world and to the moments left in her hand and her heart. 050922 what's it to you? who go blather from