Hunger
Inner roiling craving nourishmentThis is a reaching for osmosisthe lesser concentration reaching for the greater to join and disappear the space, the
Rambling
This Reality
a moment caught in a blinkthe image, the lingering after-imageetched on the inside of my eyelid in negative reliefWhich reality do I
Into the Cranial Chaos
(Reposted from recovery) The blending is taking the starkmaking gray Bold realizations become clouds
Some Sun, Someone
The sun went down, and the reflection died with the new moonI don’t know the answers, but they’re going to be inflicted
Drained in Lies
Blinded by piles of pursued acquisitionsRunning headlong into coming attritionA maze to amaze from the things on which we grazeNo depth, just