Day: March 24, 2001

  • Gone


    I have a secret
    Place where I can hide and write.
    There I find myself.

  • Choices


    “Coffee, tea, or me?”
    What the fucking rant is that?
    You—and nothing else!

  • Soul Quakes


    I have watched Death pass
    Over me much too confused
    I was not the one.

  • Pulse


    Time is slowing down
    Even as I here now write.
    Zen is compression.

  • The Whisper


    Science screams the truth.
    I accept that, then wonder:
    What still lies beyond.

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