Dead Leaf Weather

Out in the dead leaf weather a man sits Wondering where he was when the embers caught Was he hugging his daughter in the airport terminal Driving the long way home alone Or have weeks gone by since a decade turned to ash?

Along This River

Along this river I lost track of my reflection Amidst a thousand fragmented lives rolling out to sea The smiles that swept past before I could return them Tears that joined the current and were lost.


Ask, and the world will open itself unto you The crystal passages spiraling to the center Catacombs sprawling beneath the busy streets above In light shunned by those who walk these halls.

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