The Quiet sat still, As the rolling Of an abiding fact Felt real. That our lines could never Themselves be […]


The Quiet sat still, As the rolling Of an abiding fact Felt real. That our lines could never Themselves be […]

Open this wisdom without a wit, Mundane where we can always lit Every match that ever split, Rough together to […]

A penchant Had a stubborn stay, Through going into growing And delay from ordered decay. Yet here it was as […]

The gallows of conditions, Is the descriptive wielded In thrust as stricken match, Crumbling outward The tower on which we […]

On march From the dotted line, There are dots in yours And dots in mine.

Diametric that the vision, In a currency Of volatile tread voice Is a ruminating morality, Of one revisionist making Those […]

I had, I have, we were, and why got Everyone who ever was still is, And everyone who ever is […]

A sound made without direction, Directs my ill attention Inward to the machinations, Of a hurry to run to As […]

Separation was exact, In its revenge Against the conditions Of its act.

A feeding permission From more than none, Threads a crowd Into a creature, Capable of one Made so, Undone.