The minutes slip on by
In the wake of the day...

I'm told there's a new land
and to leave everything behind...

RICTAMETER
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st...

My rein is falling, as dark as it may be.
The light is shining so bright I can't see...

I tell you to leave me, you say you won't go.
I try and try again, though in the end I know...

In your camera, the film remains.
I noticed it was black and white...

On the floor are pools of dismay
as I gather the right words to say...

The happiest day is touching your skin
and waiting for fuzziness to begin...

Each puzzle should be demolished,
with the pieces spread everywhere...

The sequel to the first Immortal Man...

Take my body to mount on the wall.
You already killed me, so take pride...

As time trickles down the river
memories fight the currant's force...