Elegantly dancing
under a moon that...

I've lost a speck of me
down in the darkness...

I live in patterns of
misguided energy...

Simple bone sculptures
smother a silhouette...

I’ve often wondered if the pills are following...
or if they’ve chosen roads less traveled...

Sixteen years of words
Filter around my mind...

Many words written of death...

Stone, shadowy edges...

I’m completely overcome with elderly wind...
As fingers intertwined with silver silk and leaves...

I’ve often wondered if the pills are following...
or if they’ve chosen roads less traveled...