Monday, August 29, 2016


standing on the brink
both uplifted and thrown down
one atop the other
neither complete nor incomplete
visions triumphant and defiled
what awaits no man is come for us all
the last is soon to be left behind
the next carried as a weight upon the rest
without reason the fear has gripped them all
and wild beasts roam once more as men

Monday, August 22, 2016


I can no longer read the letters
light is done
every night is ending me
what is the
reason there is light


the instant I write
everything goes crazy