Grinds, binds, finds
The truth and digs it up.
It pulverizes the roots and pushes,
Pushes, pushes their life
To the surface where they can be
Seen, naked and alive,
Stark and unyielding. Nothing
Can escape the writhing, shifting,
Dreaming tendrils of its power.
Humans know this.
Anger spins through the system at lightning speed. It grasps and reaches in every direction, attempting forcefully to pull the cleverest blade out of the darknesses and hurl it mercilessly at the nearest external mirror. This world, how cruel it is, says the mind, the pained and claimed generator of…
Today I want to run away.
So I will.
I’ll hide in the farthest mountains, beneath the deepest swells in the ocean. I will trace my own trajectory into the fields of the unknown until I no longer recognize the patterns. My old life will fall away along with the…
Follow The Flow (A Semi-Conscious Dream)
Torn but not bloodied from my lips, these words. Not a vicious doing, merely with blinding deliberation. Lead me astray, will you? No, just watch and wait.
Slowly. Slowly… Let the letters slip, drip — melting, melting — meet the pavement without a sound…
“Put on that face. Every morning. You say it’s yours. You think it is, even. Mask the features of the subconscious with that mahogany, ice, stone, glass, fire, dew, sun, cloud, or what have you. Let it tell the story. More fluid it will be to abandon that which you…