I crumble pointed edges
Between my finger tips
Just under the nails
As they begin to bleed
It's stamped red dots in two sequences of five
And I let it go
Falling into the wastebasket
It is empty in front of the museum
I walk where history
Is stored when forgotten
2000 • This Is Medicine
2000 • This Is Medicine
2000 • This Is Medicine
2000 • This Is Medicine
1998 • Revolution Summer
2000 • This Is Medicine
2000 • This Is Medicine
2000 • This Is Medicine
2000 • This Is Medicine
2000 • This Is Medicine
2000 • This Is Medicine
2000 • This Is Medicine