Where do you place broken pieces of color?
I suppose I will one day display them with pride
until then I'll hide them
beneath my mosaic collar
Space is filled with memories of today
Opening your eyes while you reap what was sown
WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails
It is also a place owned by all and that is where I begin....
Tears of others used as a whetstone tool
Sharpened tongue precisely placed
Like a black avalanche being called by the sound to follow, color appears beyond the ebbing tide of birds. It's beautiful. It's dangerous. It is a fate unfolding from the heavens bore from the depths of your new hell.