What your eyes see are things that your mind cannot comprehend

Beware the blasted wastes beneath the light of the frozen moon

Fields of flame full of pasts and futures of endless unborn dead

You gaze upon an expanse that tears at your soul

This is the place where all things come to their end it seems

Hope not to find shade under The True Liar’s Monolith--ruins will remain of you too

Oh the hubris of man who tries to map the whimsy of the gods

Dancing landmarks
On the page
Never coming
To rest twice in the same place

At the center of the maze sits the changer of ways
created and sustained by desire

The Architect of Fate

“I could let you wander for eternity with your shattered mind, but that’s not my plan for you.”
“You are a drop in a sea of thought, locked in mortality, but as long as humanity has hope I will be here.”
“Go now, and make waves; I will be watching.”

Cast from the hidden library of chattering pages and numberless faces, he leaves the great plotter’s realm of chaos

With a mind still whole--new knowledge and memories buried deep

This home,
One hundred years old
I feel the spirits of my ancestors
Wrapping their wooly spirit arms
Snugly around me
When I'm cold and alone
They comfort me

In my dream last night
I was downstairs
The t.v. was on,
The computer was on
One grandparent was stationed at
The computer, the other at the t.v.
And there was snow covering everything
A thick layer of it
And it kept coming
I didn't question it
It was normal
In my dream
It was weird
I felt weird
Something I can't really describe,
Possibly indifferent, intolerant, irritated
But all of those emotions were latent
Everything was covered in snow
Inside.