Fiends and Deadlines Part I

(collaboration between myself and GlennMcCrary)




"‘Tis a simple light of reason I seek

Before now ‘twas beyond my reach

The intimacy had been breached

And to my knees I had fallen weak"





I'd fallen before the end began,

the call of each sharpened urge

bid me to seek refuge within the

darkest places, and the darkest shores.





The taste of flames on wounded knees

composing ashes from our cradles of fear.

Conflictions characterized as stanzas.



I felt the metallic resonance of infinity

when you spoke so headily, my name.

For a single, cured moment the

hush of the loss of impulse, and the gain

of control

set us up on heaven's shelves,

so fragile, like glass.