Seasons

The sweeper looks surprised when I say, “Treat the dried leaves with the same respect you give the dead.” I hear the leaves crying out in anger when trampled by insensitive feet. The widowed branches are unsure if they want to mourn the departure of the old or welcome the new arrival. Seasons always put … Continue reading Seasons

Conspiratorial Paths

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Transition to Infinity

disorientation-mild term to describewaking up in a different world, steppingon different groundaligning to rare light A child of darkness knowsthe depth of nightsThis transparent sheath reveals my only soulThere's no face or maskto show identity Countless dimensions showmeasurements on fireI'm trapped in a closed space called infinity.yearn for freedom inascertainable worlds Chosen form - Double … Continue reading Transition to Infinity

Getting Real

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