We always become what we have begun;
first teetering steps take us from our birth...
Lonely days, followed by long nights.
The darkness is consuming...
A hunch awoke my silent night
as I swept up the remains of...
Adaptive species
aligned to crude forms of life...
Marionette, that little doll, seems in so many...
She is not perfect, and when you look realize...
All black lives matter,
but you'd never figure that...
Thruthfully
The little youth broke the string of his hat...
Eyes will be windows
to the soul unless you are...
In dangerous times
of war and terrorism...
A king and a queen,
the ideally perfect team...
Both in uptown and downtown,
walking on foot without shoes...
Leave certainty for the physicists,
for the academics to discuss...