Angels go pastand I look at bramble.Angels go pastand I find a synonym.
Touch you with my mind First.
Until you give In.Exploring your vessel withCalloused fingertipstracing the scars…
Paired with ire of black,My hands wander the world within,A gray plane of my holed-through soul — Breathing…
Who are You?
I am You.
Why are You here?
Folded arms, weary eyes, drooping shoulders,Staring at emptiness since words departed,Fluttering pages unsettling the drifting…
The hues come by,As captured by the eye.Reflected on the ocean blueSo dark, the horizon demarcates the viewOf the blues and the elements.A…