Multhaiku

messy mascara, so obscenely beautiful -                                                                               phantom tears of dusk. who would think dishevelment could be so provocative?

Cloudy Water The Water Has A Stench It Bubbles Like Death Bodies Float In The Water

Unseen follower It's dark gaze chilling her spine One misstep calls death

A fierce beast of stone With stark gaze and honed temper Protects from malice

creation's bright dream feathers and scales are flitting in sunlit back yards

|non-local, temporal rewind| : envisioned.

what i have seen in my nightmares has come to be- is self-aware. in my nightmares fell glory's hand is self-aware, its madness grand. fell glory's hand has come to be; its madness grand, what i have seen.

if we died today, i wouldn't regret a thing; no moment, no year. i've no doubt when our time comes, we'll join hands and fly away.

Move without motion Matter shifts far across space Seamless appearance

that fell ratio, freedom to security; a pyrrhic gamble. wagering these currencies will win one a dearth of both.

I can barely lie under my skin anymore - too much life within.

Magnolia tree, waving to the rotting barn, shades chickens pecking at my toes.