My soul changing into god,
i know of gravitys authority,
a black hole, paradise.

All worlds end.
all here still spontaeous,
raident eletrons going inward,
I urge you.

The kings seat
remains empty-
the first voice with intention,
graced us a milennia ago

Going back home.
the terminal funneling me forward.

fleeting days,
flat land like a mosaic.

the unalterable effigy following,
together toward frozen new england lakes,

at days end where the sea
meets the river,
you shall find me
singing the december snow.

display to me
the barren shore,
and leafless birches
outside my window pane.

The heavens are smoky,
perhaps ash from the factory,
a vacant lot depleted.

Steets have a lunar hue-
my face twisted by the harsh eastern wind,
a forgotten memory
as bodies grow limp.

i am aware of the bleakness.
the stark reality of silence.

Devastated men once young,
Are now trying to climb out of that pit of lonely spaces,
And somehow fill a cup which has never been empty.

Young men staring at the reflection,
The lake saying nothing back-
Wanting approval- the hands of a healer.

Pour him another,
Light up again,
Numb the senses until memory is just a word.

Once someone's baby
Now all grown up,
Their faces long in the setting sun.

Living through the angelus
Now is not the time to pray-
Escaping the incarnations
And and declaring freedom.

Let thy soul shine in lurid light,
The hermit, unable to sleep.
The courage the savior is me.

She tries not to look,
Scorched earth, and the muteness of red clay,
And dust circulated about the air.

Searching westward
For something brokenhearted,
She gave her love something to wish for.

Miles of bleached skylines
Act as an enclosure,
Caged within the rattlesnakes realm,
Waiting for plateaus to morph into an oceanic paradise.

A few more miles
And soulmates shall meet,
And half her world will blossom.

He enjoys the lonely places at midnight

Afraid of the sun and the fluttering sparrows,

Darkness speaking in new dialects,

As anarchic illuminations converge.

The heavy footed phantom

Continually following him,

With their mysterious astronomy,

And ancient symbols.

The gateways opens a gothic reality,

Apocalyptic in scale.