

UndoneTwo strands are entwined in your helical form, holding primordial epressions of encoded bonds.Undone
A ladder of innate knowledge, vast and hidden, wording answers to questions unknown.
Relaying the mystery of life, a puzzle for brilliant minds.
And yet, your mysteries are not so seamless.
Your strands can be untangled. Those ancient phrases unlocked and unstrung.
That coiled perfection unraveled.
Life can come undone.


Stoplight at 14th and BroadwayMy streets have been empty of you for years.Stoplight at 14th and Broadway
I no longer search for you in every face that passes by, nor try to catch a glimpse of you in these crowds.
I've stopped looking for you around each corner I turn.
I have learned to forget you.
But I am lying.
Here I am looking over my shoulder, expecting you to be standing at this same crosswalk searching for me.


LamentO, Fluid Mechanics! Ye be the death of me! How I have ignored you and longed to be rid of you, but it was not to be. O how severely I have been wronged!Lament
Twice have I tried to wash my hands of you, but the professor was optimistic. "You're doing okay. Not good, but not too bad." And so I decided to risk it.
In the end, it has me totally fucked. Helpless, I can do naught but weep. For alas, I have become firmly tucked inside a hole that's just too deep.
There is a slim chance of a passing grade as I hope for a C. Balls, if on


WanderlustI would wander the earth beneath my feet deep into the land's geography, where there are paths that turn as easily as wind, and wonders and treasures to seek.Wanderlust
There are roads ahead, and I cannot pretend to know where I will go. It all depends on where it diverges along the trail and when. I will not decide which to take until then.
The shifting sands will bring my pleas to the stars that shine above to guide me to some forgotten spring, where the sweet water have long ago soothed the weary.
When I return from my travels, I am content to lie in b


Letting GoFates entangled work at play; he knew hed come to rue this day, he knew hed have to give away the child hed hoped would never stray.Letting Go
He raised his weary, troubled head, the face oer which time had spread its fingers and had slowly bled his joys away for tears instead.
Poised beneath the moments knife- the memories of a much-loved wife, the product of his years of strife, the little girl who was his life.
With grieving thoughts to reprimand he watched another by her stand, brand her with the weddin


EulogySleep now. The long, terrible day is done. Night has come with gracious sleep, and Sealed your eyes at last. And though these tears Like evening Fall,Eulogy
I shall not linger here; For we will meet After this dying season ends, And embrace in A House That knows no pain.


DespairYou cannot be the Eve in my garden.Despair
I do not desire your peddling of
apples and signifiers as the darkness is choking out the moon and this bridge leads only to Cain.
I am dreaming in symbols again, and the madness of pills is not honey enough for this desert.
This bread is not enough, fed by cloven hands, dust in my parched mouth.
Leave me alone!
Already the pounding of battle drums fill my dull(ed) spaces and all I can hear is the falling name of Adam.


BalanceBalance
It’s not the angle that matters when you lie on your feet and pretend you know how to bleed
there’s still something missing
you mark my steps
while I mark your words but we’re still
unaccounted for
I walk away and pretend you pushed me you gather other people close and pretend you don’t remember
we take odd, disconnected steps around this puzzle you still don’t know it’s shape
as always Im the only one who sees through
these deeper things are too far for you but I can take
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The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. - James Joyce, 1916
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Nihil fit sine causa
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