the lonely ruin

writhe
the carrion
sunrise

warm
feral
marrow

bare-feet
beat
pulse
the vine broken
concrete

the lonely ruin

echo
echo
let go
let go

No Room for Bad Moods

A dimension not far from where my mind plays
lies darkness I willingly forgo

It's not what lies ahead, but within, that scares me
as spite drafts through the corridors of my observation

Keen my mind yet still faults
knowing not how to manage
but yields knowing well the benefits

I can calmly pass the clouded door
for I know we will meet in the next
where it is light again

t--h--e--s-h--o-e--b--o-x--redux

I.

i-w---o-n--d--e--r--

d--o-e--s-i--t--k---n--o-w---

t--h--a--t--i--t--i--s-

m---a--d--e--e--m---p--t--y--


II.

i wonder
does it know
that it is
made empty

here
is the
fear
i dare
not
say: