Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Slow

When a thing or two
goes wrong
you come face to face
with mortality.
And you realize that
death is not an eventuality
but a process ongoing.
Of the slow breaking down
of your body.
Tooth by tooth.
Nail by nail.
Curdling blood
and eroding organs.
Turning to nothing
and no one.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Finding of

Into you I pour
the entire universe. 
Your being 
becomes a cosmos. 
And so I love. I live. 
And find the need for 
this existence.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

The chase

There is no more

chasing of dreams.

For in this stampede 

you have galloped ahead. 

And left them far behind.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Who

The vine
withered.
Moth brown.
Drawn to
darkness.
Small, it felt,
smothered under
the green sky
canopy dense.
It saw not
that a
flower purple
had just
awakened.
Caressed
by its tendrils.