Suddenly I wake up and outside it’s still all...
Unable to fall asleep so a journey I embark...
Soft and crisp
snow clings to all...
Earth was sending a long
shadow on the moon...
Where do I begin,
extracting the earth...
Like the artifacts of ruins,
you look back...
Like a bee,
you wanted to land...
Moving between the spaces,
you fell short of a small...
Like a large, black,
stag beetle, you give a sermon...
Pushed up against bark,
The leaves blown in the wind gust...
Serene City in such unlikely locale
buoyed against sinking morale...
With tall questions I am
alone, waiting for the...
A poem, like death-was
unpredictable. You wait for it...