Day 216

The broken soldiers

All in a line

No dimensions but there own

The broken soldiers

An unseen to the seen

Forming rank

The broken soldiers

Falling like dominoes

And being beyond repair

The broken soldiers

What have you done to them

To break them so bad.

Day 215

Crawling in the skin

Of the life of man

The creeping loss

Of what you never had

Approaching anxiety

Thinking of what isn't lost

To you but perhaps to others

A transient nightmare

Darkness waking

All over you.

Day 214

The soul of yesterday

Creeping in the shadows

A jungle of truths

Built beneath the city of lies

As concrete creeps inward

The truth is known

On the shortness of all things

A fly on camera

To live and die

So soon after

In the after of today

And in the yesterday and tomorrow

The shortness of all things which is

The lack of spawn in reality

The lie that is life

To never be known.

213

Welling at the side

Of what is exists

What was and what shall be

All at the end of what is

A great sea to the future

A great sea to the past

A welling channel in the present

Swelling with strength

Swallowing more rocks

Stealing tomorrow

Like Robin Hood

And giving it

To what shall be

Keeping it from what shall never be.

Day 212

Story of a season

Closing a page

A sun setting

Fiery burst of happy

In sadness

Of water

Cooling energy

Making ground

Ending the story

The story of a season.

Day 211

Darkened skies

Showing among the lights

Of humanity on the ground

Pointing to the nothing.

Day 210

If nothing is real

Then how is it here

To be created in a pot

And spilled over a flame

To create

Nothing.