lifeís nihilistic beautification and cynical reflection feeds a perpetual cycle of expectations and disappointments. the farthest distance in the world is between how it is, and how you thought it was going to be. like a confirmation of internal inadequacies based on insatiable curiosities, we all strive to amalgamate you and me to us.
we began with one certainty, faith waves timely streams drifting lovely would haves and could haves barking bare. itís only when we dance a duet shining the sun and moon eclipsed we realize nakedness exposes more than nudity, that there is no certainty and rivers striking postures are as fleeting as love.
reasons fall out of autumn sky, eagles rupture stones torn; bright stars pecking blackened sheets of night. the dead sway in trees /// crones crackle a wood stove lit, crows scratching golden rings; love bitten trickles timely drips- taste the bloody music.