Seething

Breathe with it all and everything comes alive reaching up in worship to the sun and sky and down into the circuitry...

Empty Eyes

My hands touched the face of a thing made clean baptized in blood and wine when no one could tell the difference...

Breathe in and taste what’s always there wrapped around us like a second atmosphere woven into thought and breath and choking sob...

See looking down on skyfall a mouth wide in horror and sand pouring in...