enter the mind

this darkness you are blind to unfolds invisible folds around you in the cloak the daggers stowed do you see the shadow cast beneath your own two feet? it is something I have grown to know well to predict and

New Frost

These seasons which change in them remains the buried vestiges of our yesterdays worn soles dug from last years winter clothes in bins in basements we scurry frenzied suddenly and awoken at once by the cold we have no longer

faith in fades

like Spring on the marsh your thought dances across the tendrils and fibers sprouting from my tender skin with plummeting earnestness you seize the breath I have yet to sing for the night in which we intertwine ourselves amongst memories

kill time slowly

I am sitting in the corner trying to extrapolate upon the manyfold ways to begin my mind reverts towards the hours which have passed a record playing backwards and all these moments are stars across the sky of my mind

the reflection is daunting on days like this when the white air pricks my skin and the gray of the street seems impossible to exist so colorless my body desires to float into the space between your arms the closed