Exploding.miracle of past unloading
Enrolling fabric of the primal tolling
Feeling through your ratchet as you color your stones red
Imploding destruction of scales decoding
Controlling panic of the final poling.
Falling through your hatchet as you holler your wars dead

Lights cresting fallen heavens
As I still spin in dead-end meditations
Mind is questing, never resting
Grasping for more unspent levitations
“It is hopeless, a waste of time” I tell mind.
Again and again as I still spin in dead-end meditations

I am the mucky footed bullfrog that leapt out of the well of dreams
A place to be killed in what I leave behind
You’re beautiful and you’re growing up. but I am getting sick and I am getting old.
Am I your master or am I your ...

Watch. It advances. A blended eye to the one true contact.
Delicate, pristine night of visible disguise
Hear. It enlightens. A stuttered word to the one true conduct
Eloquent, redeemed might of audible delight
Feel. It entices. A torpid touch to the one true contract
Adequate, esteemed rite of physical ...

Rush hour veins. Heaven or heathen?
Will the electric pulse ever find peace? Even for a moment
Ongoing trains. Bettered or beaten?
Will the kinetic swing ever be pleased. Where’s the atonement?
Computer chains. Tether or treason?
Will the genetic soul ever have ease? Even for a moment.

Sound-proofed, but still aloud
Some say I make thunder, others cloud me mute
Still Alone, but in a shroud
Some will walk me by, others crowd me mad
“So when will your world arrive?” Quote one mind.
Deadborn, but still alive

Lights upon a fading sky.
Whipping the night to encircle the dead
Blocks are talking to your I.
Curve them a wave and encircle them red
Joys comes dancing you goodbye
A smile so wide it will encircle your head.

NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Event horizon. The faintest stroke of the rosey dawn.
The end of time or so it sounds.
Clawing, scratching and crying to abound.
Here it comes the future drawn.
As my past self gives its final yawn, please, no funeral mound.
Let the belly of the wolf be my final ...

Your heart’s beating inside the hourglass
Orbiting your soul system it comes to pass
Begging for a new season to amass
Alas, white shadows still lasts–shrinking
But the earth is now drinking and the silver shifts to brass
Your heart’s still beating in the hourglass.

Frozen ripples cracking in the glade
Blades so fine in between
Solemn metals clashing in the field
Yields of time in between
Broken rattles gatling in the cold
Molds to mind in between