before there were namesto carve upon graveswhen the sun was dragged across the heavens and the moon owed nothin to the tidesrivers wanderedstars gatheredwhere they pleasedgods still walked among creationand death walked among the gods there came a warthat split the skyand one...

Heading down to the catacombs   of the house, the tomb of forty years   of unfinished pieces, a boulevard of broken dreams,   half-finished art,   empty frames waiting,   longing for their masterpieces.   Past lines unwritten, words without arrangement that spilled out as ghosts   with nowhere to go. Time to dust off my life,   set...