Life's complexity
The body shall lose its seely grip...
Water slapped against banks of the Blue Nile;
something huge caused an unnatural wake...
Nothing
drips faster...
The road called life
we all have to walk...
Freshly brewed coffee beans
wafts upon ribbons of autumn...
Malorie decides to walk...
Memories blur, then clear...
Where snowflakes fall and fluid flows chilled,
across the ocean's path where the air stands...
Clever cirsium, too clever
by far, arms herself in...
It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon...
Faith keeps me alive-
for it is engraved in my veins...
Autumn, nineteen forty-three,
my eyes have seen death...
Days are folding over night with the creases of a...
traveling my sun to your window...