#165 – Phenomenon

Insatiable hunger: A passion that never subsides. Tireless slumber: A body with unwakeable eyes. We live Lying in our death throes. We die Crying in a deaf world. One may hope And one may wish, But never know what lies betwixt Our thoughts And experiential slopes.

#164 – Decay

What is love if not gilding of the living flower? What is hate if not this flower left to sour? With each passing and coming day, These precious petals are blown away.