In reference to nothing
In search of itself
The truth burns in fury
An iceberg to melt
...
All time shattered memory,
and faces now past
Stare back as I dream
...
All of our passions
border on sin
The reasoning gray,
...
Running from who you are
—the end closes in
Where robbed of any more new
...
A hemorrhaging madness…
wounds bleeding again
Old stitches have broken
...
To change one word and rock the world,
—a new verse dancing free
Its weight unmeasured and breadth untold,
...
Making love to the words,
our tryst lasted till dawn
The sun now a blanket,
...
Compression ingestion
The world starts to implode
The numbers insipient
—any space now in rows
...
If Keats was right,
and beauty is truth...
Then what lies of this world
...
Everything written to inspire,
—rises above our nature
Everything written to inspire,
...