Ruminations

The subtle dance of rainfall, flows racing down chasing vortexes and deviations never quite right. Existence indeterminate, perhaps. Out...

Clear and smooth is all that is my heart. No grip will take on the one non-organ, throne of frail posthumous essence. Glares of Sun...

Machinic claws dug deep into my fles, wasting me into confession of desires I did not know I had. "Here you are!", they say, carving a...

The air is filled with smell of sweet decay; As the best adorned of roses too do perish So does the light of longing in your eye Without...