Tuesday, February 2, 2021

when the crushing darkness comes
scream, weep (if you can)
slowly fold your broken soul
into a semblance,
a resemblance of composure
and walk, meditate,
reach out to friends
and and and
the folded slices
together with air
and and and
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
and the raging suicide of pain
and and and

Monday, February 1, 2021

I am the candle flame
I shall be a grain of sand on the beach
I am the wave, the process
inanimate matter before
alive for a sparkle of time
then diffused
a scattering