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...
Two Prisoners
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...
The Book Tells of a House Made from Wax
Impossible sky of cloud and color Pulsing overhead with the power of the word Like a blow from heaven, march of drum beats, Behind it waits the end of days.
