So stain—as marks that remain longer than intent,and hesitation pressed into the grain. Second guess,doubt’s small fracture widening,as though the Voice were drowned,as though we mistook the silencefor absence. But sustain is not the clean note held—it is the rough edge,the...

Melancholy sits quietly and I with herwith a gentle remider to breathewe watch the cotton candy clouds flow byas we lie watching blue skiesa stark contast to our moodhurt on a colorful dayit seems wrong and out of placethe...

Mirrors mirroring not what mirrors mirror.   Drinking this mirage, emulating my form.   Echoes of reflecting thoughts exuding an air of sorrow.   The presences within the glass, weeps deeply at its glassy heart.   A blind man I am, staring into this mirror.   Blinded in darkness, yet sighting the pain.   These curtained eyes, sightful...

The phantom voices are soundless unsoundness to the normal world.   With my own tongue, psychosis cracks this lash, scolding the empty air.   Give one hell, give another heaven, but where is my heaven?   Fracture this jawbone - this jabbering embarrassment within my vacant face!   Raked over hellish coals, blistering with utterances, my mind...