Class of 2007 - Y Lam

I dreamt I was as cool as flies A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon I dreamt I tasted a legion of faces Drank valleys dry Picked up strippers in Jerich

Beyond I am Bails out the stars Starting the sound of First the air goes And then the heart So was that Omega point? Just butterfly to the sun Points fingers as

I had the verbal touch The silver sliver of nexus Carved from the bloody water First-poured Form drowning Pulling down the moons and suns From the thighs of the

You look beautiful still in the cloths You wear in the photograph If you could see the missiles that count time As I have seen them and ride them "I am the hare