Against the Fissure

join hands grip tight while the ground splits – the rift expands splintering tectonic weight rumbling in low register roar – rolling ‘neath uncertain feet piling a coil of rough hewn ribbon erecting new rock faced monuments against the pressure – perhaps if we can hold on long enough we can weather the changes before…

Life: As Viewed Through a Lens

where will we turn when the sun hides when the tides roll in roll out wash the shore clean erasing our mark eroding as the grains slip through the glass shattered pieces scattered in all directions bellowing death wail perforating eardrums fall deaf eyes blind mind ignorant of our influence we’re all running treading water…