moving things around.
that’s all humanity does.
from this pile to that.
lose less loss
i bide my passions.
counting days without winnings.
heaping mound of loss.
night tomb
can you smell the night?
musk of man, devil’s perfume.
all expanse no room.
war is raw
the bright orange star.
red in tooth and bloody claw.
god’s love human war.
dark destinies
slow is the night watch.
hard to see things in the dark.
demons or angels.
hidden gems
some are empty husks.
less have strong moral mettle.
but i can’t find them.