Don’t Walk! The sign blinked
As he tapped out his last text
“I’m running late. Almost ther”
As he tapped out his last text
“I’m running late. Almost ther”
We navigated
The long night
To morning’s welcome
This new shore
Beckoning
To understand this
Is to master life
To master life
One must master death
I awaken
To the phantom
That is who I have become
Observe the beauty of a woman
The tortured rending of ego
As the gaze exploits under heat
From the chaos, rise
Rebuild on patterns scattered
Within the broken