Flashback,

warm nights.
Cold morning, low mist, ice.
Sharp, clean smell and
people.
Some kind of appetite.

Atmospheric pressure means

that one day you will be old.
Time will steal itself from you,
or you from yourself.
Your luggage will be dense
with possibilities
and consequence.

'broken images' T.S Eliot

home
leave(s) in darkness
arrive in darkness
cyclical structures
life imitates art
elegiac.

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juggling with fire,
spinning plates,
incredible feats of
heroics -
a walk in the park,
comparatively,
when dealing with certain
histrionics.

Dinosaurs

There must be a better way than this,
a crowded bridge to a path by a relic
of our past
juxtaposed
with those alive.

Broken images

How to explain, so you understand?
Broken images coalesce become sea sky island.

How to show you, sans telling?
Simple pleasures are ones most missed,
Heart-dwelling.

Perspective

What is there but time
& the attempt to fill it well?
What is there but time
& our minds, ourselves?
What is there but time
& an endless sky
and an endless well;

a small boat under stars, endless;
time without,
without our selves.

Comfort

In arms of angel comfort here I see
a breath on the air
& a frozen city.
In arms of angel comfort here I glide,
amidst the blanket faces & dreams
of deep night.