I am hid, He said While his wax paints Bright copper And Acid bite Manifest Something only known Within the sands Of Infinite Epiphany

The land IS A map Inside our incandescent All, It turns Lava red, Ethereal blue, In steady comprehension, A thought Rippling In the...

Time marks the changes Of what you can’t Forget, There’s purity in innocence Yet much more in Regret. blakean poem

I had to accept That for me, Somehow, Within this turning world Spinning its wide orbit around the sun, Time had simply stopped When she...

I can’t stay here Between that place Salvaged, With grit and torment, From the disasters of the past, And this, Amongst the whispering...