From the bottom of the evening I can say with forthright command, That tomorrow summons closer A cruel reaping of […]
Who tends the gate
Mask Based Realism
The mask on top Is more realistic Than the contortions Of a face Pressed within.
And repeat
Breathe in Dawn, Exhale through Dusk Let go by Dark & begin anew With light’s spark And with heart, repeat.
Is moot.
I forgot to buckle; To surrender in surest form. By letting go of any semblance That I could hold it […]
Unaddressed Translation.
Under the wasted rubble.
Another subject.
The Messiness of Illusion.
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