Sometimes destiny
won't need roads to find you when...
Bigger than ever,
yet smaller than a moment...
There’s dead men in the reservoir
In the water that we drink...
I hear the sound of the violin
long before it begins...
There’s a space now in the corner
where you used to sit and knit...
Inauguration
American death sentence...
When night is at its longest
And the air lies sharp with frost...
Washed with fear and pain,
Stained crimson red...
Where fruit trees bloom beneath the sun,
Nature mingles and love is won...
Sanity, like space,
and everything else, is a sphere...
Do I reminisce,
or is this only one of...
This very moment
is all I ever have for...