it startles me how industrial veins creep through the sky and into
sunsets.
it seems rather poignant to think that
sunsets mean the end of days,
but maybe they mean the end of nature.
maybe in a thousand years
humans will be looking out at
glass domes.

maybe the sunset will be constant then.

maybe we will love it.

maybe we will leave it.

for now, i keep my vigil.

I would watch an eternity of sunsets
as reflections in your eyes
in their colors, you are dressed
and your irises are the sky.

lay down
on ****** shores

(fire tides at your heels)

incandescent skies
     raining down on phosphorus sand

think nothing
and just burn

I don’t know how to create anymore
Nothing seems good
Nothing seems right
I let moments pass
Turning days into nights
While I sit in my room
Watching sunsets
And staring at the moon

The travails of our skies
Helplessly waiting each day
Blue seas pierced by the sinking sun
A nebula that finally arrived
With the words of a lonely man
From long ago
It was the only way we could know
For nothing written
Can fill our eyes
And what is truth
If not the silent witness
Of God's canvas
Our daily bread
And a thousand bursting suns
Lambs blood upon our door frame
Brooding as it draws near
Waiting not to torment our souls
But instead to be loved

the sun sets to the west
over Mont Royal

like the sun sets to the west
over the Hudson Bay

and you run to catch it
as if it were the last one

and you think time passes
while you're away

but everything is on standby
even the rotation of the earth

waiting for you