the light that takes us from womb to grave

Open the gates
To a heaven
Now lust
Choose the day
And choose the now
To embrace your
Soft whisper
Beleaguer none
And let quiet storms ride
Benevolent
Bequeathing all
Infinite madness
A benevolent mistress
So
Very
Often
Misunderstood…

Narcissus rising into nihilists
Giving a shining sun credit
For shining
And
Then
Comes
The
Silence


A miniature warrior
Clasps wet dreams
The embrace of the horizon
A cusp
Created
Flashes
Then is gone
An inevitable consequence of life
Quiet the lies are told
Insomniac slumber
And the dark eclipse
Of the light of day
The light that takes us
From womb to grave
Implicating the sun
In creating a world borne of death….