Death-a finite release!
Cacophony warm-up symphony
i’m sitting in the dining room
writing a story
A line is sterile until it is curved,
soundless rain:
spark of the known fire
Like saffron-scented oilsliding across the surfaceof a sacred vessel,the last umbered-pink glow of the sunslipped over…
It’s amazing how well she copes under dark debris. Maybe its easier to smile when no one can see…
Why wait?Take me under now is the dayI have seen too much is it wrong of me to think this way,I plead to the Gods to show me loveI plead…
