Though we want it gone Glass is blade that shattered By the faith of innocence At hour’s dawn.

Though we want it gone Glass is blade that shattered By the faith of innocence At hour’s dawn.
Performance was as screen, A purposed lie Projecting honestly that truth, Could not return In turn Without exiting Denied.
That I was irrelevant, To me and that is All I could breathe Or see. And then a rain, A […]
Present in that mixing matter, Buried among the everywhere And multiplying, Is you But you are nowhere To me too.
I was an angry ghost Because they killed me Before I was dead.
As still divided At the roots, That one is To be centered, And the other Dealt with boots.
Aggressive suffering embodies A writhing global jungle, Of gardens and dirt overturned; As in ambiguity of the tangle Becomes a […]
Fate that a whole, Inside a hole Will not behave, Without knots Spun Begun The fallacy that made A hole […]
In integrity is it cessation? But an animosity For formidable Beings behemoth At no attention? That reckon recognizing amnesty As […]
Parishioners of due mind And melded define, Felt duty is truly To heighten beauty, Fashioned into Harpooned spine.