There is no forgiveness in nature,
except among higher orders,
which is closer to forgetting.
There is no kindness in nature,
except for higher orders,
even that is fleeting.
There is no compassion in nature,
except among the highest orders,
that is not enduring.
The struggle for survival is primal,
except among the highest orders,
defying nature's conventions.
I see too many faces bitter and shriveled by the summer sun, smileless masks of drab routine battered by obligations humming survival’s song, the grating sound of a submerging city.
Feel the hooks pierce my flesh as the gentle trickle of the river soothes the pain which I try to deny, but it burrows into my synapses and looms over the roadmap…
The myths of life do not reveal how to endure the intolerable. When the day's affront multiplies insolence, we fold our hands, nod heads in acceptance too beaten to resist, flee to…
The rattle of yellow leaves reminds me of clapping hands As the wind reddens my ears with embarrassment over those hollow hours Spent lost in a forest among low knife tipped branches.…