Mesh
when I dream
I dream
in color
even though
I'm colorblind
Habit
How do you
see so clearly
through the
falling rain?
When the darkness
comes again
they will be
beating at your
door.
Mistake
There is nothing
sweet
about failure
it is deep trenches
it is the hole in
the Earth
Chief
The meadow
conjures
an image
of yellow tulips
and you
young and happy
running through
your forever
home
No you don't
When the balance comes
the tricky
will seize
what they can
and fists
of fortune
will Glow
Old
Give me
the sorrow of flesh
turned to wrinkles
on a
hot
summer day
Voyage
wound tight
the blood passes
against the pores
as the thrill
of death
arrives
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