WITHIN my humble thoughts
i ate the worms and all
the life i chose beat all
down upon my face
and left, was a hole —
the womb of my own life.

Walking down the straight
streets i remembered a
more gentle race AND
remember all i am
is revealed ~

oh, oh, i am clear
oh oh no, leave me alone.
So the elders of a council
of twelve told me: all shall
be revealed. I took a book
off eternity’s shelf: the
bright light said, “if you
read one book so shall you
have read them all.”

Something sang like a
building grace — not a word
I could ever relate but was
quite clear. Oh, oh. dear.
IF my top of days are
good then I know the end
so near. Met a butterfly
flittering fluttering like
eyes of the dearest loved
ones i know; so now we go.
upon the steeple of roofs
and down unto the unknown.

:: 10-11-2017 ::

we stood still waiting
)sometimes honest men
lie( where bleached
bones lay was a story.

And in perfectly disastrous
moments a beautiful butterfly
floats.

:: 10-10-2017 ::

The lightest moment
is not shape
nor color
but all
emotion.

:: 10-07-2017 ::