the slow slide
down from the stars above. love,

it leaves so fast,
grows so quickly cold.

she had looked into the shark's dead eyes
and found the friend
that waits in silent shadows

that draw the dying
inside themselves and into

the lone, solitary ring
of the cold church bells song.

Sylvia stared with dead eyes
and rode the white horse of death into the fire.

There is a mood that digs in deep.
It keeps its head inside my sleep.
Every day it wakes up bright
The rays of knowledge led to my plight.

I opened them, these lines of glee
And saw them piercing inside of me
But the gnat came crawling,
out of my nose….
And began to wash, all my clothes.