Alone within a sea of numbers,
etched upon the skin and minds with permanence...

There,
a sigh, a soft remembered sound...

In once green fields the larks no longer sing,
Nor rise the owls to meet the waxing moon...

Take the knife and cut away the bindings
tightened over years of misuse and oppression...

Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...

Hollow of soul
And hollow of heart...

So now what comes to pass
as flutters shift where...

Lying in the grey of dawn she listens
to the chirping music drifting in through...

Just Another Cut
Glinting in the moonlight I watch the blade...

Beware the pale faced smiley man
With cherry nose and outsize shoes...

Come run with me across this wild and stormy land...
and leave behind all memory of cages and of...

Kissing the moon is
impossible...