Age Looking out of age old eyes, Feeling skin that must have wrinkled ages ago, At thought forms of comfort and hardship, Of experiences that have helped me grow. A heart knotted with indefinable sadness, A mind sharp with many ideas, Both helpless in front of a flame, That throughout awareness sears. I switch on a distraction, move myself, Try to conjure a different thought, Compromise the honesty that has brought me here, And go back to the only reality I have got.
	Keep in touch The sick sweet of dried flowers Trickled into the mountain lake. And animals drank the wintry chill, Looking up to smell the breeze. Within the blank grays of snow, And thick mists of shivery snorts-- The faint whiff of dying promises Played with atoms of gray. The stars offered more hope: Hidden and Distant. Giving comfort for space seekers, For love and passion.
Passion Freed in an embrace, To unlock our hearts, Resonate in pleasure, Feel the calm of the space created, Fill it with ourselves, Limited by our bodies, no longer. To control and own the space; Feel it's jagged limits. Blast it with passion, Then stroke eyes with tenderness-- To live once again, An eggshell thin existence.
	The flood The solid world-- Material objects, people, Sights, sounds, thoughts, feelings, All threatened by an increasing flow Streaming out of me uncontrollably. To be dissolved and washed away. I see my corpse floating down the river. And stick my finger into the dike, To save the Universe from realizing what it is.