Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.


Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.

You need to go, And so will I.

On the lark to salvation, Reaches for the line Of lowered administration, Of admonition and surrender To a furor for […]

Wander into the rising ache, That dictates a mint On the purchase of their mistake, As an open exit to […]

At the heels Of our feet Is A story Written for The hero real And of The dreams We are […]

A difference among the owls, And the gulls As lilies around bulls are sunken, And then engulfed Elements that have […]

Happening in the open, Of empty chance Is the conversations, Of millions Heard by one alone, In the happenstance.

You thought that you could, Control the disasters That were yours, Yet that only Makes them more.

Then there was a person Without the claim That I was to be The same.