i see politics.
old men losing power’s hold.
the future is young.
hopeium withdrawal
a lot of hot air
fills the room of whitish men.
exhaling all hope.
living breath
this life’s gray vignette.
living through the foggy glass
frosted with my breath.
line man
along the gray branch.
spider spinning tale of woe.
the space between lines.
quiet noises
quiet is the man
who walks amongst the madness.
fearing no loudness.
biting bits
the bits are biting.
i cannot escape zeroes.
one for the heroes.