The Memory Of A Companion
Movement lies in the cycles of every day, and in that movement is life. My life. The sun’s cycle is one, no less important for its ordinari......
2 Years Ago
Sharp, Bright
Fluttering thoughts Are sweeping whirlwinds Mundane scenes become Leech-dark memories The laugh of another Can but be ridicule Every hurt ......
3 Years Ago
The Path
I soar above seeking a path Fingers gripping meshing cords The infinite made finite Far below, another’s pain burns I tug a rope, and offe......
3 Years Ago
