Wild Breath (day 3118)

There is an animal that crosses the void
It’s path is not straight
It’s nose is it’s beacon
It knows and is not afraid
And justifiably conversely
Afraid when it does not know
Just like every other
Living organism.
It crosses the void
And stares into the eye of darkness
Tangled with streams of light
That make depth hard to perceive
For it is glorious, this darkness;
The heart of a wild breath
Beats strong in the shaking embers of life.

Nigh (day 3108)

Forgive me
If it is not in my name
I cannot blame the moon
Nor can I blame the season
I cannot source my troubles
From elsewhere in the land
For I am me, this being,
Standing and worn
And it is I
Who hath lost all
That receives me
Into my good nature.

Fences (day 3124)

It would have made more sense
Had the locks been undone
But the height of the fence
Resisted the direction begun.

So the height was evaluated
Prospects were gathered
Witnesses were brought in
And a document was then signed.

Reduced then to tears
The paper found it’s owner
Lost in a myriad of fears
And a tall, tall fence to get over.