trepidation's articulation

weaving in and around

cross words hurled

across continents

– other worlds,

b    r    e    a    king

into fire…

For A Split Second

To see it as it was.

And then to see it this way.

An ordinary thing.

Verisimilitude

The delivery of his words abound into song.

The muse is rendered speechless.

Resolutely, the declarative dialogue progresses…

Untitled

Being.

Inside a matrix – a particular structure,

where one thing or another

can not be called into question…

At Eventide

The golden sunset bequeaths

its glory to the close of another day.

A Temporary Fix

Sleep baby sleep
There’s a morning to come…

Freedom

Two Thousand and Fourteen