In Hidden Trenches
Within the deepest creases, out of sight, You glide along the ocean’s murky floor; Surviving in the darkest realms of night, Your body writhes above
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Life is Dust
Above each distant peak and skyward ship, Fast-flowing streams of dust bombard the Earth; Releasing beads of life from Newton’s grip, Transporting them through space
A Twisted Knot
Ornate and prized as something grand, We didn’t know what you had planned; The warning signs we did not heed, You suffocate us with your
Is This the End?
Is this the end of everything you were? A burst of light, a hurried, fractious blur. The final breath into the distant night, Reminding us
Hidden in the Forest
We rip apart the Earth on which we stand, Try tame the wild for all that we have planned; Now caught up in our thoughts
You Shed Your Brain for Winter
The taste of winter lingers in the air, As distant cousins, all head off to sleep; Yet you are wide awake and have no lair,
An Invisible Disorder
Your yellow petals shine with amber glow, And glisten in the cool autumnal breeze; Yet whilst I love the golden arcs you throw, It is
A History of Soot Preserved in Feathers
When gliding through our old and rusty skies, You filtered out the wheezing, blackened air; A century of progress built on lies, Now captured in
Schrodinger’s Hippopotamus
Your pearly whites gleam in the midday sun, But soon your eyes will close and you will sleep; There will be no dreams behind your
Plastic Food
The oceans are awash with our debris, As plastics from our lives flow down the drain And travel down hewn channels to the sea, Where