White lines lead the way forward past the rows of hanged men...
Sometimes I turn a corner, or open a door to a room I’ve never seenAnd it’s like heaven broke upon the Earth in rivers of color and beauty.For all of humanity’s faults, there is something to be said for the things we create.Beauty for beauty’s sake.Ornaments whose only purpose is to make others smile.The creator’s… Continue reading What We Made
I dream of an untouched worldEndless space between two horizonsSalt air on my cheek, beneath meStrangeness reaching miles below intoThe realm of Leviathan, whose monstrous formPainted ancient nightmares blueTo stand on the bones of landAloft on the surface of the rippling etherTo hear the haunting callsAnd see shadows of the deep pass by in silenceTo… Continue reading Leviathan
It doesn’t matter how carefully I walk on wet grass— The water always finds a way to seep into my shoes. Strange thought to have when carrying what I am. Four of us lead the way to the hillside. The dead here are buried high up To make their ascent just a little easier. Beneath… Continue reading The Hillside, or The Pallbearer
When I’m near you, I don’t know what to do with my handsOr where to look. If I could choose, I would look nowhere else but at you.When I see you, the words I’ve mulled over for days To make just right are suddenly gone.If I could choose, I would give you my soul to… Continue reading If I Could Choose