I am quiet
like the end of things
walking through it all
and its a black
as like you’ve never seen
in the back
and veiled gray fog
greets my face
dead-frog wet
like the pale blue eyes
of my unknown friend
who fell wingless
all those years ago
and I still jump
at loud sounds –
this is his legacy
from where he lays
awaiting sunrise
gotta stop trying to forget
past things
or I’ll lose the present
while I race to sleep
Harnessing Chaos 