It is Quiet Despite the sound Of the house Settling in To its century-old foundation Nestled amongst A sea of concrete Dotted with the glassy-eyed denizens And their jet-black motorcars Passing And stopping And departing again Until they reach Where they are going Wherever that might be
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Day Bleeds to Night
Day bleeds To night As the Long rays of Warm light Fade in To view Fade out Of sight
The Cold Slips In
The cold slips in Through the thin sheets of glass which separate What lies within From the outer world And over time A chill is felt As hairs stand on end A warning A call for warmth and a reminder That harsh conditions exist Just inches from the space we inhabit Inhospitable Unfriendly Improbable and … Continue reading The Cold Slips In
Each With Their Own Story to Tell
Do we not all exist As figures in a grand portrait Captured Each second In a cosmic still-life Our lives existing Within As well as between Each vibration Each motion Each advancement of the scene? We are all here Together Huddled On an improbable And utterly awesome Sphere of space debris That is spinning through … Continue reading Each With Their Own Story to Tell
Always
Fade in… Fade out… Each day A bit further From the one which came before Each moon reflecting That much less Of the sun from which it's glow is gained Now the night Once distinct in the solitude it held Bleeds out through the thin rays of morning Hiding deep within the rolling grey For … Continue reading Always
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 