Moving into the light With nothing in reserve Sorrows and the void Atoms and the dark Split between these numbing moments Boredom and the...

Deimos and Phobos I can barely breathe Suffocating in Quicksand Underneath my skin Sundered secrets caught in throats Fires burning under tongues Faces blushing, light this up Up and atom, meet these suns Purging, belching out black smoke Prodigal, still doing splits Bending over backward To become the destroyer of worlds A far cry from throwing stones Ripples of the underworld Lunar movers centrifugal Moon-set against the glassy sea Growing cold but still ticking Lips still

They used to say if you died out there in the mines they'd keep you alive, hook you up to a machine, make you less than a man... or maybe...

Feeling pretty done with Summer... Tired of the heat Craggy arid landscape You can look out over what is left And see where water ran...

Sometimes the sun beats down on us, there seems to be no relief and even the nights are barely a reprieve. All of us practice some form...