You keep going
Until you don’t
You keep moving
Until you won’t
Breathing, Seeing, Living
A simple act of giving
Yourself to others
Yourself to yourself
And there is meaning
If you make it
And there is redeeming
If you take it
Everything is an act of will.
An emptiness you must fill.

What are you

But this improbable,

Impossible thread

Stretched through time

Entangled and enmeshed

With other impossibilities

Creating more implausabilities

For reasons beyond us

Or for none at all…

Astounding.

At the end of the fading day

With the sad setting sun

The world sheds colour

Leaving shades of grey

But all i have to do

Is look to the giving sky

And I still see blue

I’ve heard it said

You are too raw

Uncooked

We cannot digest you

You cut our lips

And the roof of our mouths

Your hard edges

They make us bleed

Like a cactus

Hidden among flowers

Earth orbits the sun

This was always the way

Until that black day

When it wasn’t

And we spun into the void

Off into the empty of space

And as nothing could be done

We sat and watched the birds die

Like the brave and soaring lark

We sat and felt the days get colder

Until we learned to live in the dark

When the sirens sing

I am the sailer who runs

And throws himself headfirst

Into the welcoming salt sea

Before the others realize

Is a call for them too…

What kind of man is that?

The world is too small,
We should not know
Every thought of every person
Everywhere
All of the time;
It tears down the illusion
That anyone is in control;
That anything is good.
It’s like being let into the back
Of the slaughterhouse
To see where your steaks come from,
Everything feels like murder
And nothing tastes the same.

Quiet it is in the night
The wind has stopped
The cars have gone
The birds are silent
And the stars no longer hum
But i can hear the clouds
Scraping against each other
As they pass watchful overhead
They hiss like streampipes
Punctured by a needle

Quiet it is in the night
But for the soft thud of my heart
Like a stranger walking slowly
One deliberate step at a time
Up the stairs to where I dwell
Echoing off the pressing walls
Journeying to my hiding place
And binding me in time, in space

Quiet it is in the night
Absence like the loss of sight
But the blankets are warm
They will hold me tight
Until the breaking of dawn’s light

I became a fixed point

Immovable in time and space

As the world spun past me

And I passed through mountains

And I passed through men

And I passed through love

Again and again and again

Feeling that nothing left a mark

Standing still in the coming dark

I tried to cry out

To the ones who went by

But even air betrayed my lungs

Leaving me breathless and undone