Is there an inhale, Of a nerve That can conjure, Me anew My memory?
Daydream.
Elegant how the spaces, In the moments Right below, Matter even more Than we will ever know.
Another Sketch.
My photo in a mirror, Turned the page Of which to be, And who in me To Adore.
Run Away From Walking.
Indecision marathons, Have too many tracks To run.
Shadow’s Ink.
The reaching hand, Has resurrected Shadow’s ink, To write a man Into disruption’s Think.
Approximate Sight.
North of tomorrow, And south of the past My eyes are as open, As they are When I saw You […]
Horror Movie Goggles.
Whose Issues?
To be A stranger To my own Mess.
All The Grays.
Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.
Apartment Hunt.
When you are Apartment hunting, Who is hunting You?
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