With eyelids drawn, I look on, to a dawn that is now gone. So, I call on bygone dawnings, as I am an indrawn man. There is a spawning within the darkness of my shut lids. But I am sure my dawning will come, and the...

Stony petals of a flower bloom in the cold eyes of the sun.   once flushed in pinks, the blossoms of my youth have wilted and froze.   Glacial beads of blood drift down my face until these venal rivers are bloodless.   Within is darkness to which...