Flowing is the tide
to sink through the sands.
Faster in speed.
Slower in thought.
Decisive in action.
Tell me where you’ve been and hold the key up
Don’t look at your numbers,
look at me and ask.
A porcelain jar of skeleton keys
go to nothing,
lost their use in time.
The red sun rakes the grass, caressing the metal holding the hefty tabletop desk, where…
I gaze over Terra, beyond the boundariesOf the swaying tree lines and washing winds,that divide…
They crack the safes hidden in our portrait of communication. an intercourse of social science,…