mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.
start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth
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inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the … More
the wheels turn /
and slowly the body /
succumbs to the treads and the weight /
of the monster it carries,
I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.
in swirling chaos /
together – we find center /
and you make me feel
I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch … More
This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
He takes his finger and puts it to my chest.
I’m in here.
Scared to death
When perfection eludes.
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
I still don’t know where to start.
The clouds always part
When will I see the sea
for what it is
and what it will always be?
wisps of potential
the sun’s rays,
which was recently warm.