Timid crow vs. braveA-wing vs. black eyesand priestly strutting
Convictions: They certain us They blind us
That sky-deep hole in the groundproved to be nothingbut a still puddle
DarknessUnanchored Leaving on the tide
A true closet intellectualknows how to spellFriedrich Nietzsche
These daysmy mind is less populatedelbow room fresh air stillness
In air, right at me a seagull in a hurryWhat news? I wonder
Pebble Toe Flick Ditch
We see, we hear We stance, we love, we hateWe ponder, we judge We self