I saw hanging clouds on the top of the world
And my dreams following the fleeting sun
Flying above the world in the machines of man
But it's engine groaning under misery
A thousand parts suddenly falling apart
Under the weight of repeated failures
Not able to reach the infinitesimal summit

Stormy sand dunes of foaming memories
A dryness palpitating the scorched heart
The thirst waiting in her eyelids, teardrops
An endless desert beckons towards agony
And a violent sun burns her bruised flesh
But to endure it, to suffer worse than death
Can make this mirage of life, meaningful
So that others can one day find its purpose.

-K

Machinations of dreamlands
Clockworks turning into ideas
Inside a dystopia of emotions
Perfectly tuned to each possibility
Until each sequence is in sync
And all residents devoid of variables

-K

A thought like broken fragments
Kaleidoscopic yet still monotonous
Dancing in solitude, altering alchemy
Yet still jumbled like the morning crossword
Is there clarity hidden amongst mayhem?
Or is this chaos the unveiled mystery

-K

Sunset like drizzling honey
Spread across a toasted sky
Evening, a swirl of emotions
And the warm glaze of her arms
Both of us nested in the twigs
Of seeing our lives intertwined

A cacophony of darkness
The silence of his thoughts
An extinguished candle
But the burning melancholy
Like a wanderer in the desert
Only the night brings him refuge

A thousand feet
Walking in the rain
A thousand emotions
Washed down the drain
Each face a possibility
Each heart a capability
A thousand drops later
The storm still rages