She lies composed
Beneath distant moons...

So vivid is the wild flower,
shocking white against...

Piercing shadow,
Piercing light...

"And what did you do then?!"
I shrug stoicly...

Of the Talon and the Horn
No greater loss is seen...

There are two axioms,
Each well-respected...

It claws for me in the dark,
or in the misty ambiguity...

Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas!
Mansions and malls...

I shiver by the foam
To a twilight breeze...

When two fronts clash,
fire and ice warring skyward...

I sip of this miso with intention,
slowly as to encourage...

He's just a cold old man
with a sign declaring...