"And what did you do then?!"
I shrug stoicly...

It claws for me in the dark,
or in the misty ambiguity...

When two fronts clash,
fire and ice warring skyward...

She lies composed
Beneath distant moons...

I shiver by the foam
To a twilight breeze...

Piercing shadow,
Piercing light...

There are two axioms,
Each well-respected...

Of the Talon and the Horn
No greater loss is seen...

I sip of this miso with intention,
slowly as to encourage...

So vivid is the wild flower,
shocking white against...

Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas!
Mansions and malls...

It's the strangest thing…
I read the Shrub's...