Resurrected in Your Image

“Flee my fate with me. / A secret crime makes for / poor company, lingers from before / I was rich, haunts every / footstep, indebts all progress, touches…”

Ink From Ashes

“To live by watch fires is no fate, / waiting for him always made sense / only when he was my escape, / anticipation became then // what was…”

Shameless Faithlessness

“What could you possibly offer / me that I can’t already provide my Self? When // it comes to art, to legacy, / its worth, your wealth, your…”