The Keeper of uncertain worlds
Spins the dice and rolls the wheel...
A world of giants
Now at war with microbes and...
I live in patterns of
misguided energy...
Do I have to live as a redemption child?
Do I have to be made of caressing...
Do you know
What no one knows...
Why is it always when I want to write
I cut and fight...
I use to be a writer
a painter, a muse...
Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...
Two's company and
Three's a crowd but only one...
Though I shed no tears,
I am crying...
What can I say,
this can't be real...
Whenever we talk
I finally get my say...