begin from the end.
as dawn turns toward dark dusk
so to the journey.
Archives for August 2014
short sands
slippery fingers
cannot hold the sands of time.
grasping at short straws.
reign down
spikes of soft wet rain.
reaching back towards heaven.
reigned down upon us.
half measures
the slow melting fat.
the coaxing of the bellows.
grinding towards half.
sunny d
the sun offers gifts.
my skin bathes in its glory.
d for all of me.
lean to
drooling of boolean.
lean into a life of ones
when all is zero.