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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An old bedside table
Wood-pulp and leather...

Drifting out of the feelings of my heart
And pursuing the mechanization of the mind...

I deny the call of faith and prayer,
Walking by myself along this lonely path...

The end of the dock,
a darkness tangible...

Rose petals,
the color of blood and brown mustard...