Staring into spirals Dreaming of different clockwork Glassy under the surface Onyx staircase Obsidian cities Resplendent Unfolding in...

Like a ton of bricks Like a waterfall Like an avalanche Just say the word I gather my dry heart Like sticks primed for the kindling I...

Sometimes we find ourselves nowhere in particular. Consumed with a kind of empty dread, a numbing feeling of not belonging anywhere and...