THE WEAVE:

…Lilith Speaks…

"Just as lonely
with as without.
Craving something

separate in togetherness.
Books burning,
in the far reaches

of my mind.  I know
what's said, just
as I know I am

far from it.
Sucked into
the constructs

of a pattern that 
lacks organic
structure.  I am

withering Here, in
the come-home
routine.  I am

a weed that blooms
in dire straights, -longing
for intensity, and far from it."