This warm sensation of the quick burning-out star on wind-blown skin is such a fast-acting superficial drug not quite a dream but in the long-winded scope of forever it is a momentary bliss.
Autumn Afternoon Heat
The Way
A moment or two ago the way Was well-lit Safe passage When the way turned becoming Obscure Lost Or not but so Far-removed From anything That resembles a welcoming No obvious avenue back to Retraced time long gone Only forward Into exponentially expanding Differential timelines Some with such a bottomless murk Like moths The nearest... Continue Reading →
Fade
A poem.
Descent
There is solace in gripping with claws outstretched at the smooth slippery walls of the pit
