Thursday, 18 May 2017

your beast inspiration

cultivated by the truth your 
beast inside roars with ambiguity 
And strength; fight for the unknown 
opaque behind me. prepared to solitude 
my drunken drumbeat unto you knowing 
why.

windows of blood and black memory fade; then the singular rising sun.



 

grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...