Tag: art

names are the bane of night we go by the feel and touch of skin

even the coastal pyre dreams of misadventure fires playfully leaping into the wind and catching unguarded sails of oarships by surprise

holiness spreads underground as pilgrims prostrate and bury their heads in dirt

winter at dawn the lethargy of damp earth creeps into bones

what power is like you ask: it refuses to share its leash

winter morning the smell of ozone disturbs the circuitry of living drones

madness is the only term for this: when stars and cosmic darkness leak from the edge of dreams

there are things in the mist that speak softly when you lose your way in the forest trail dangerous things that will deny you warmth and sustenance an eagerness for otherworldly deviance

winter dawn silence is declared sacred ground

swords replanted into the battlefield war never ends does it