Tidal commander
smiles at me from miles away;
half-moon spectacle.
Moon
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Dry
Lifeblood running out—
the river as dry as bone;
hypoxic city.
Planning
On a parapet,
plotting world domination—
a loft of pigeons.
Survive
Scarred, marred, and reformed
over thousands of lifetimes
earth survived humans
Freedom
The world’s my oyster;
flying to every corner—
a life with borders.
The Chaos Within 