Terror forms an opinion,
       makes hostile urges a martyr.
One does not survive without tranquil
       adherence to a subtle light:
The sanctity of each moment,
       its own death assured,
Our escape, a chance or loomed in fate
       as all horizons burn dusky,
And we hold onto one another to remain
       moored to sanity,
Time’s anti-thesis, healing rather than

Fear is self-hatred,
       a barking delusion
Quieted in a breath, away
       but not


“I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky — seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.”
–Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
The stars are spurious,
Lights out of sync with the hours
That slip through my momentous hands:

The darkness.
Perfect moments hide their ambitions,
wipe away the connections
between breath and life;

taken from me . . .
I decided, only, to walk this valley
Enfolded within these dawning ruminations
Without seeing . . .

“That sliver of moon broke through.”
Hope smiles out from imperfect guises.
I recall now

ripple of fate.


On the greyest days,
each draw of breath seems inadequate to living.
Waiting for air becomes an excruciating task.

The suffering commensurate to this world
is only tragic because of its beauty,
the symmetry of birth and death,
of joy and misery,
hunger and stillness.

I try to loosen my grasp then,
for what feels full is the most bereft
if it traps you there, preserved,


Freedom is–
time that we hold sovereign.
every mystery peaking at dusk.
who we love, not only desire.

Immense, untrammeled spaces
tell us nothing: what is, was,
may yet be.

My world wraps tightly around me.
–I’m free.

New Beginnings

When all the shadows flee their markers
and your only fear is of standing still,
the tired roads relent: dust and parting.
The whole world becomes the only path . . .

Sheer willingness.
Do not doubt yourself (as they do),
for that rope will slip around your defenses
but won’t catch you flying . . .