These words our silent footprints,
along the path of time,
like drawings on the walls of caves,
that none may ever find.
...
His eyes follow me...
Stunted growth...I can't judge his age,
but I have regrets older than him.
...
our paths are predetermined
the sacred never safe
the ticker tape tells our stories now
in letters that come too late
...
Time was against us...
I prepared you so well, I neglected to prepare myself.
Bundled in layers you didn't even need,
another's warmth would soon find you.
...
We took that long ride together,
Both of us driving on through the night…
Gently sliding into the curves,
Subtle hills, and softest valleys.
...
THE AIR
use adequate ventilation
THE WATER
contains petroleum distillates
...
I caught you drifting again.
Staring one thousand yards, looking for yourself.
I search as well, but you don't want to be found.
...
Death walks these streets...
The corner market bustles while still and silent.
A stray dog follows an unseen keeper.
...
Tension rises like the mid day sun,
and the moon reflects assassins.
The potential of this midnight calm,
...