Crammond

It’s the middle of June
But here comes the snow.

Open Heart

I’d open your heart with such surgical skill

You shrink from the darkness
Like a coward.

No Moses am I

The social butterfly,
The hermit,
The lover the son the friend; pretend.

Plug me in
To your grand design

Wish nothing but joy;
But you’ve left me destroyed.

Hope you find
Answers
Your galaxy lacks