grafted skin

cancer wound

pilot light

.

memory loss

sound quiet

clear mind

wild foray

halo crack

fragile self

.

the world is yours

& mine.

encounter

subtle kiss

tender feelings

pangs ! sharp hatred

gift. 

pass

river

the

day outside is blinding. my relationships feel terribly used up, at the end of the entropic cycle. how can i understand the shapes of creation when we are so mortal. the utter complexity of time, building a quiet chaos that dismantles what i build. each throw lost in the seas of understanding. i know you. so that i am without you. you are foreign. the razors edge line of losing is awful. painful darkness at the end of the night. battling before the sunrise. not able to face the day. the moment is lost at the very instant of collapse. i must wonder how my body looks as it sleeps, lying there, both of us knowing each other intimately;

fallen

comrades.