Moon was playing
with a skylark. I give...
I found a thread from what I wear
And now I am in quite despair...
tail bent and buckled
body painted with tyre marks...
I sleep beneath the untamed vines,
On mossy earth and fleshy leaves...
In the morn of days, when time was but young,
God’s gentle hands beheld, creation sung...
Many words written of death...
I've seen you hiding in
the shadows...
Where have you gone - will you be coming back?
Will you be like you were before...
i am drowning.
except, i'm landlocked...
Standing in dark storm,
not to turn back...
Barefoot in nature
I release all my tension...
There is always this moment
before a car smash...