Wolfing down Lapping up Hungry maw Open cup O'er flowing Tangle foot Brambles broken Tied in knots Roots below Sky above Crying out...

Consumed Hazel blooms of arcing thunder Level me in awestruck wonder Bought and paid for by her touch Sinking in and swallowed up...

Bring me a horizon Made of sunsets and of sin And make for me an altar To lay me down again

TOWERS AND TOADSTOOLS Threshed inside the rushes Pressed together, sold Buried in the brier patch Tangled, towering, old Flowers against...

How many of us are slaves to our dreams? Even when things seem to be moving forward and firing on all cylinders we can find ourselves...