Those magnificent sunsets, riveting
to the bone.
I walked into the prairie,
and felt like the cool wind on a Saturday night.
I can see the old rusted behemoth.
It sits, lost in the wastebasket of oblivion.
Tall whisky willows, tower in front, their boughs
blocking it's menacing complexion.
A hummingbird approached me.
The shuttering of the old clock in the truck,
fell to a lonesome silence.

Objective clear insight,
Oh so close.
Day upon day,

I peer.

Galloping through the maze,
You are unattainable
to some.
The day has come,
I set down a bread crumb,
A single tree stands in the orchard waiting
to be picked.
Hinges are oiled up.

A wall once stood.
No more

Glazed and soft
We relish the idea
The consuming frost
Armies pile through to victory
Home once more
The sun drives deeper into the soil
Reaching for that equilibrium,
upon which he will never attain.
Screaming for light and air,
Never to be heard, the irony
You form the souls of men
Growth and speed, perplexing
Isolation to the core
Steel chains release the pressure
Frigid toes, the memories of an era
Proposing to be dead, only saving the beauty,
Glazed and Soft

Wandering through,
Sidewalks freshly paved.
The cliff never seemed so close,
the obelisk reflects a bright light,
no one looks.
The ground begins to shake,
time to go to work.
The leaves fall,
The tides crash upon the shore.
The man approaches his fate,
Looking-
Rocks and minerals
Flys lives are never long
Flowers burst from the ground.
Why?
Trains run by, the sun obsolete.
When?
I sometimes approach the cliff,
Look-
The world never seemed so far.
The grass grows longer and we fall
into its grasp.
Equations explain why but not when?
We are stuck between somewhere and nowhere.
"Follow me."
Indecisive yet curious,
I sometimes approach the cliff and
Look-

I pursue this career,
To speak softly but carry a big stick
The sun is speaking to me,
Unfolding it's wrinkles.
Humanity is faced with an existential-
Problem.
Death, Destroyer of worlds
I pursue this career,
To write the blueprint
It only ends when it ends.
Stones to dust, morbid yet heavenly
Whom displays such power.
Wire begins to curl.
Seeds begin to blossom.
The atom and all of its beholding's
Is awe inspiring
Reminiscing of the olden days
I sometimes peer upon the stars
For which do I respond?
I pursue this career,
To be the only one
I face the ever impending train,
into the soft blue sky.

The way into excitement
Halting at the very essence
I round the bend, beyond the tree
Hello
Eye to eye, the reaching emotions
Industrious yet simplistic
Whom I have met before
Hooves upon my hands
How we forget the large tree
The impregnable abyss captures I
Oblivion