Solemn Mymn in onyx tomb
Returned to dust the mother's womb
Where martyrs come and pilgrims drawn
Long after sun and earth are gone

The song will play against dying stars
Calling spirits from near and far
To share in silence a familiar tune
Before the fall of our wondrous moon

Didn’t I ever think to be authentic
collecting words, snapping photographs
exclaiming I am enamored with language and art

when honestly, I am merely a fraud
to what I love. My hands aren’t stained with ink,
my eyes aren’t trained to learn new techniques
paper is not my friend nor is a roll of film
tossing around in my bag of nonexistent records that
I actually love my hobbies.

I feel that I am not quite
an owner of my interests,
stealing passion from others and wishing
they were my own.

saw fox
in fruit shop
buying vintage grapes..