All our worldly things:
jewels, utes, and high rises—
fade in the distance.
Disappear
Comfort
Gifts from a loved one:
things with gaping holes in them;
we cling to comfort.
Mad clouds
Arms wide, in the air,
partying like the eighties—
wispy clouds scatter.
Sunset stroll
Strolling at sunset,
racing the deep horizon,
to awake the moon.
Up
From beyond the trees,
like a dead man arising—
the sun gathers mist.
The Chaos Within 