Cloud gray pale shadow
hovering spectral presence...

In yesterday's once was
I was a has been...

The bones of a butterfly
lie dripping gossamer flesh...

We are born immortal,
ride our destiny like the wind...

(For Dylan Thomas)
Burn the night, seize the day...

Uprooted
torn asunder by forces...

The cracks are beginning to show
internalization of...

I don't want to linger on
when i can't stand being here any longer...

My dreams have faded
day after day leaving only...

As if
tasting ecstasy and exhilaration...

The fish are staring at me
with contempt and smug patience...

China doll,
my precious china doll...