Two Prisoners

He who lives in fear gives way to shadows Certain of the doom laid out for him by the stars A patchwork tapestry of fraying ends and holes torn away The words once whispered to him in the deep of night...

Under a Moving Sky

Light shows play out along a gossamer thread In air the wild ones breathed A beast of many eyes is ready to lift you out Should color lose its meaning, or gain it anew...

Earth Gave Way

There was clay in the ground I clawed through Pulling myself back to the surface To sit in a rainstorm I longed for years to feel again And I began to shape the clay...

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