I pocketed the devil's dice And looked out upon uneasy streets Where people ran like rivers Into the deep dystopian weeds Slow burned and...

Uplifted wings of living beings Creatures turned again like wheels Folded spaces, in-betweens Spun like webs where thunder reels

On and off again during my life there has been the feeling that things are about to combust, fall apart, or all come crashing down....