A new life promised
Feverish preparations
Dreams may soon be true.

Grim resolution
An impediment declared
Marriage disavowed.

Illumined by the embers glow
that glimmer still in darkest tracts
as hope falls damp on smouldering coal
where victims of the bowstring lie.

By natures impulses that wane.
and truth grains fail in barren lands
the pledges made are all transgressed
by solemn doctrines entertained.

All hope contained in crescent form
is tossed upon unquieted seas
which wash the shores of solitude
where blood falls cold on wave-wet stone.

These places not for novice eyes
No hope to consummate repose
No gold to glisten on the hand.

.
Night
start breaking
be  gone



Night
so dark
start breaking
fade away
be gone
be morning



So dark
fade away
be morning

.
I have long been fascinated
by incessant oscillation
which starts
in a vision
of the human condition.

Futilile decadence
seeks new synthesis.

Postmodern discourse
recylcling the culture
will transform soon
in a modern structure
with spatial forms testament
soon to be frozen
where all futures epitaphs
float by the dozen.