this time I choose
to drift away
by not echoing
the sound of
projection and reality
deafening collision
knot my own tongue
and put my ego inside a ca...Read more
infinitely close to zero
if you're asking me the probability
of emerging conscious life
out of nowhere at this equally
minuscule chance to form
a life...Read more
He had sung
every note,
whistled every tone,
spoken every syllable,
hummed every rhythm.
He held it
long enough
to echo across
the great forest—
a h...Read more
weary swings, mended cracks
wobbly gait, screaming joints
a dive in, parts of the routine
pulling out leftover bit
of those glorious days
spilled...Read more
