these lasting traces shall not leave or ’part from this strife-stricken boy, whose older eyes, face stubbled, poetry and tendered heart...

I’ve placed that labyrinthine Orb into the gaping maw of Time’s transfigured Dog; for cold Men on the Moon await the Stars. 11/03/2015...

Nay, She is no sepulchre in Whose bed I shall, at length, die quietly: Instead, with verdant eyes full, rife, replete with Life, I’ll lay...

that silk fabric of the Universe I’ve worn for a cloak wove’ by the gentle hands of the Prince of Peace. the soft sands of Spirit and the...

that familiar tug and flourishing of sight through a dead man’s eyes, yes, I see revitalized, revived is life, like an alchemy of what...

I Will find you again upon the Unbroken Road, Whose fiery cobbles sear the soles of Her traveler’s feet. I Will, with dappled dress...

Twisted by a slow and cyclical Life in the shadow of Time, it climbs high as it may, stretching forth,—impossible—its very leaves...

There is not much to say. Here are trees, sky, dancing for the eye, forever singing praise of what, I do not know, though I, in all I am,...

Still, I tarry by the caking Gate, skulking like a leper, proud in mists. Still, I scold, I silence; yet I crave all the while for...

Aye, hoist me sere-eyed and sputtering from the depths of a wise oblivion as a revenant into the world again, because I shall never truly...