Autopilot

In weaving this, a wonderful mirage,I place a veil of lacquer over empty catacombsAnd painting little stars to hide alone where night is blackerThan the part of me that knows that, in a way, it’s sabotageBecause I promise you a winterAnd a sign of “None May Enter” But here I have become a mere facadeAnContinue reading “Autopilot”

Apparitions

What wondrous apparitionsHave we granted such a monolithic stateWrapping all around them are the tatters of conditionsThat we knew were never destiny and so we tried to say that it was fate And placing them in chapelsWith a tithing made of all that could’ve beenCandles burning brightly and an offering of applesKnowing all they doContinue reading “Apparitions”