The Road
I am broken like a wave
One word you’ve spoken
And I’m awake
Here is a token
Of that day
From that land
From whence we came
Familiar streets that now are foreign
And the road is grey with dirt and ash again
Why wait
To ponder on
The simple thing
That I have become
It is forgotten
For a duration
For a while
It shall remain
Though a loss
It is emancipation
It is a freedom all the same

Dust Sawdust
Beginning again,
Time slips
Feel the earth turn
Solar systems spit
Ants crawl
Ants fly
Ants stumble
Ants die
Arc of the Universe
Just behind the eyes
Infinitesimal infinity
I lie, he lies, she lied
Falling asleep
To higher plains
Dying of thirst
Soaked in rain
Man crawls
Man flies
Man stumbles
Man dies
He lies, she lies, we lie mans lies