Six things that rose from the earth
All where beautiful and of great worth

Frantic men searched the ground
Yet seven nor one could ever be found

so the men they still weep
and scramble to keep
the hole inside
at bay and abide

*For given a knife
and a hand to hold
a lonely mind
will eat its soul

I pushed myself
I pulled myself
I fell right through the hole
Laying there I realized
in the doing
I lost my soul

The dawn crept silent,
as the evening packed its things.

Steadily blooming gold,
errant clouds where struck ablaze.

Smiling fiercely,
the sun greets the day.

His body lay cold

After all the smiles
And beautiful lies

The earth waited
and slowly lying out
The depth and breadth
Of infinity in an eyelash

Yet he lays cold*

All that anger confusion and pain
In the space of a breath

And what I knew of him
There's nothing left

There is a man on the corner
the brown if his trench coat spattered with drops of rain
But its not raining
coming closer he was gone
but the details have yet to fade with him

Give me a stone
I will make it my own
Now chisel the face and lines

We breathe the universe
And gifting our breath
We gave birth to its mind

Let it ponder And wonder
Until one day it finds
A sharp inhale
As consciousness declines

*leaving only stone
and uneven lines

I

I don't want to die
yet 17 years in darkness
leaves me wanting

I

I don't want to be alone
But its been years
And not a single call

I

I'm so tired of pain
Though she's the only one
My constant companion
my God is she cold