We Were Wallpapers
we were not the flavors
of a beautiful painting,
but rather, the starched sheet
of an endless wallpaper
stranded in a cyclical design
that we drew ourselves,
unable to cling to the walls for a lifetime.
Thursday 19th January 2017 2:37 pm
That Which Holds All
so, I spent the night
watching her sleep.
and by dawn,
I was convinced.
the great beyond is not made up of particles
or elements.
or galaxies or stars.
but rather,
it is a pair of raven eyes
that holds this turbulent universe
in the skyline.
Tuesday 17th January 2017 10:56 pm
Footprints in the Sand
So, I switch my gaze back towards the ocean
and listen to it's
tranquil music-
a melody
I could only imagine
would sound sweeter
had there still been
two sets of footprints in the sand.
Monday 16th January 2017 10:56 pm
War and the Universe
and when you look up and
watch the carmine sunset riding the clouds,
know that those are the blood
of the universes that fought so valiantly
to have our constellations vibrant and incandescent
in their boundless mausoleums.
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:27 pm
The Way Back
and just like that,
the nights
have adapted a darker shade,
the morning sun
has lost its taste
and the northern stars
have gone and misplaced themselves
trying
to show us the right directions.
and the way back.
Saturday 14th January 2017 11:20 pm
Album of the Sea
There's a wistful song entangled in my head,
uplifting itself in the hushed hours of dawn.
and I can’t decide what it is, exactly.
and I’m not entirely sure where it comes from.
but in the understories of the ambience,
I can hear the brash thrust of the waves toward the sand,
and then the slow draw-backs of the ocean crusade,
carrying pebbles and sea shells and whate...
Friday 13th January 2017 8:14 pm
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