I’m 1,000 years old –
I look back, to see forward
To see the full emptiness
To see the black whole
As a witness, to the fractional sections
Of an everything, from its nothing.


April 12th, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
I’m 1,000 years old –
I look back, to see forward
To see the full emptiness
To see the black whole
As a witness, to the fractional sections
Of an everything, from its nothing.
April 10th, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
Super series radios
Signal –
Their speed
Refracting their flows
Of density –
Bleed.
April 5th, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
Bright and sharp,
On glittering days
Clean and crisp,
A ghosted haze
Wondrous visions,
Of clouds that run
Marked within –
A shadow sun.
March 28th, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
We motion our intentions
We marshal through our minds
We take inferred abstentions
From the things –
We fear to find.
March 21st, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
a distant towards
a splash of ink
a bright forever
a touch of blink
a loss of soul
a dark of mind
a now awake
a will to find.
March 15th, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
Evaporated materials
Eviscerating winds
Evacuated, memories
Of a consciousness, within.
March 14th, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
The undiscovered character
Of wide-field scenes –
Reveals its splash of variable
Darkscape,
Dreams.
March 8th, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
Forging, our endless bright shine
Beaming, from a lights ancient blend
Breaking, from our past of decline
Preventing our now, from its then
Reclaiming, our dark shorn design
Receiving, a signal to send
We flow a old light of new hope
From a path, to a past, that ascends
Amid, our flash soul worn divine
Of a now, which we now comprehend
A forever, comes rupturing through
Through a rapture, of what now, can transcend.
March 7th, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
Obscured in clouds
In dense, black paint
Of cosmic waves
In cold restraint
Forever, faints
Obscure old tides
In hidden shrouds
Of emboldened strides.
February 23rd, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
Observational measurements
Of leftover glow
Are degrees –
Of disorder,
In entropy flow.