Curate, connect, and discover
from the tips of my fingers, the cosmos yawns
each star a hope. suspended in its web
so immense, so small
lost in it glory, yet lost to space
just grant me the strength
to shield just one star
its warmth so distant
it’s an ache that never goes
for there is an emptiness even a soul can’t fill
please just let me be a shield
that defends what I can’t reach
so that others may have a hearth of their own
maybe by faith, I’ll finally feel
the warmth, I never knew
Ink the backbone of life. Bleeds unwritten.
Swallow back the blue
See how blotches gather under skin.
Cloying, Choking, All Engulfing
Embittered Stagnation.
a due extracted
It Was Greed That Demanded
And Fear Who Commanded
Hope is Thanks. so thank the dirt
from which
Ink and Blood came
breathe.
Be Grateful and Live.
it’s what you still have