A long line lengthens, as far as the eye can see;
There are faces of every countenance...

A quiet intention that is inspired-
My wings can take flight...

Black sunrise over
the foggy dawn...

You stumble, you fall, you trip over words
unspoken. You mistake disaster for paradise...

The Modern Writer is on a never ending quest
for salvation through an almost dead medium...

Anguish.
I am in the shadow of societies unkempt tree...

A dirty pile in the corner-
Socks worn twice, haphazard...

So much hangs on the truth
Like the noose...

Crush me in the box of reality,
smash my innards to a paste...

Rays of golden light refracting and
bending; radiating brightly...

Would it be too much,
too soon to live these thoughts...

Domestic, tin foil teeth shred
subordinate layers of...