no wonder I doubt
the night sky’s sparkle and depth
for he is fleeting
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 14
Original Thought Credit: “You should know a man seven years before you stir his fire.”
— Charles Dibdin, 1803

no wonder I doubt
the night sky’s sparkle and depth
for he is fleeting
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 14
Original Thought Credit: “You should know a man seven years before you stir his fire.”
— Charles Dibdin, 1803

May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?
Silence
Ask ye I, Shame
Here is morningtime!
This is what we want
I could’ve died, the graffiti from your mouth
It is as if
When laying on the grass
Face to the sky
Which we all do
We see high noon through one eye
And midnight through the other
Which we all don’t
Bright then Dark
Breakneck speed
It is enough
The dark, icy depths
I’ve fastened quite the tether
And taken the leap