Sometimes I feel that everything I touch turns to...
and I’m reliving the past...
In a forgotten time long denied by good men
we were all evil and mutually drenched...
Yes, I knew the man
strange one indeed named his garden...
Before ideas are formulated into thought
is an intuitive grasp of what has been wrought...
My eyes grow weary
sooner these days though still I...
whats going to happen to me-
now that the sky is falling...
the climb of heat
is but summer ploy...
Starzec of the earth
gnarled limbs stretch out in greeting...
One night, when the sky draped itself with dark...
I found myself adrift at sea...
Can you please slow down?
I can't keep up...
There is a soundless voice inside of my head and...
The yoke
of cause and effect...