It was the witching hour
And the only sound that I could perceive...

Once again I put pen to page
Spill my guts on a wood pulp stage...

The setting sun casts its orange hue along the...
At the edge the ocean breathes, its movements...

The wiper blades move in rhythmic motion across...
The air is hot and sticky inside this car, the...

Once
Long ago...

Into the dark and heartless abyss I stare
Listening to the chaotic churning and swirling...

After the rain falls and the water soaks
into the ground and the sun warms the surface...

(This is written from the female perspective)
Father of all life...

The fight for faith is a losing battle
When the lives we take...

Black bubbling streams of white water
Cutting a line through the haggard...

The Divinity of entropy
The reckless abandonment of thought...

I hate the rain but I love the sound
The pitter pattering and the cacophony of movement...