Digital Gods

Caught in a storm over paradise screaming wind and acid rain a cable through my skull connected to the sky...

A Sun that Still Rises

This forest knows me It knows me better than I know myself Its roots reach deeper into my thoughts than I can go or than I’ve tried to go...

Away along night-shrouded streets one light in a sea of them trying to make out some message a secret on solar winds that never come...

For a moment our hands reached out into darkness and it seemed we might take hold of something hold it up to the light and say ‘we found it’...

Measured and still at the edge of a last moment in a millenium passing monstrous over heaven a beast that cannot feel the world beneath its feet...

Lights in the trees guide me on that seem always to move away when I look at them Incandescence on the road to al-Qarafa...

Walking through the halls—a shadow drifting at the edges, the far corners of a mind given way to raving at the night through broken windows...