One. Two. Three.
Deep breaths
A warrior turned to flee.
Fallen brethren the last he sees.
Footfalls echo into the woods
Hunter or prey?
Fleeing or searching a fray?

Trees fly past in blurred illusions.
Drums made of heart.
A war on the horizon.
May the victor take the spoils..
Smoke on the horizon,
Rising in coils.

All he loved has burned.
Gnashed in teeth of battle.
Pulverized.
Dust and ash,
How long will he last?

Hammering.

One. Two. Three.
Feet flying over hills..
Tears, so many killed.

Collapsing on the edge,
Looking down into the field..
Nothing remains.

An Exponential Need,

Tap into the collective. Press yourself into the planet.
Let the stream of life into your void.
push close.
Be mine.
You were never empty.
We were always within.

Your soul is full, I am bright.
We created today so much light
Filling the pond with luminescence.
Stay flexy little minnowfish.
Bend around the wave of this place.
Flow and go, go and flow.
Take the bubbles into you.
Extract and absorb.
Regurgitate.
N=N+N
Shameful that all this effort was for naught.
Your bones are brittle, bleached and gaunt.
Laying gentle on sandy floor.
The table leg spoke. . . “nevermore”

She slides out the dustpan and brush
Bending to her chores.
Mundane effort, little sweep.
But beneath it comes much more.

Revealed beneath the dust and grime
Comes shiny golden truth.
Motes of dust sparkle now
And that is all, forsooth

Silence.

Breath falls
Soft and warm

Salty at the edges
Like a wave

Crashing on the shore
Of embraces

Owning you quietly
You own me loudly

Tumbling along
The curves of your arms

Puffing up
And blowing out
Swift winds

Coaxed

By our fingers

Eyes closed
For the rising tide

Little ripples
Of the heart

Love hammering
Like foam to stone

Gentle on unyielding

Slowly

Eroding the surface
Wearing away

Resistance

Calls of birds
Lololove you

A stutter
Caused by beating wings

Soaring

Over our ocean.