Floral patterns in crisscrossed lines, externalized where misshapen boulders crush impious still sitters. Locked to the earthly dew resembling crystalline spheres forming a massive network attack, sprawling across the driest ramps of sands in Gobi mirages. Gaia screeches in

We all arbiter each other’s deeds. I can never see where some people end and others begin, or how to tell whether someone is my nascent friend. At the theater, on the streets, in the mall, if everyone was

I stood quite still I may have even held my breath And for the span of that held in gulp of air I let it go I let go I was in a war zone I was the warrior

Why sift through pages; the rest is yet to be written. Ripe regretting being by yesterday smitten neither ecstasy nor woe directs next chapter from the previous, lies a lesson to capture. Pain hurts awhile, let the sorrow not