grinning richly into a jar of empirical wisdom / the thoughts behind a two hour leaving

oothecal hatchings in an unborn station // stark contrast for a dying ego

a cold wind, holler // a paralytic answer

A murky gospel ***

Finding enchanting moments between a blue dream

the theology of a motherfucker // striking down a spider’s sorrow

echoes made down forgotten halls // defining a fire

nothing more than books // reaching out for a golden memory

internal rivers and a watermarked groove

stolen on the other side / dripping with green aromas

“it comes and goes / it comes and goes / it comes and goes / and goes to hell”

building up // dead rivers of wax

banking on a false alarm / sitting room for an awkward thought