"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, October 15, 2012

Cracked Focus.

What if there is more
than I believed there to be,
and what if there is less
than I ever imagined?
This is the thought
that cracks my focus
that leaves me with
a retina burn
of ebony strands
and eyes
dark and piercing.
And they know more
of the human soul
than I can ever


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."