My mind is seething
she rolls on by...

A child is born
A stork is in flight...

Fierce blaze knowing destruction
times of false near corruption...

In every direction
In every moment...

Comatose
a comatose of effluence...

Life is daculate
an empty container...

The last to fall
evils final gate...

A lonely road
is always walked alone...

Eyes are raised before knowledge.
eyes are teared before sorrow...

Eight fields i wander
no time but for one...

My escalator turned on
and now I am tired...

I am just one Poem
hidden amongst so many others...