let the truth create the words
on its own;
should it find them,
then let it crack and pop
the perfect voice, brimming
with righteous notes and
...

the lights go spinning out
and burst, casting flakes of
their glow to drape over all,
bits and parts of filaments
and glass waft down slowly
to hang...

The fool made of wax
is fool the same who
would be but wax
yet return to the
mouth of the wayward
flame—she who
sparks constant, like
electric—to...

The heaviest hand feeds with knowledge most severe;
to swallow is to choke, to gulp is to gasp,
a fight cheats death only so.

Its weight upon...

The death of the soul
is the most true and full;
it saps of you until a
husk remains,
automated to pantomime
the spark of a life
but without...