A fall leaf
It’s majestic red
It’s burnt orange
It’s winter

The infinite cycle
Encircling End
Let’s Begin
Live, green, red, dead

Not a second thought
For a second
That’s how it is
Our infinite biz

Eyes open on ero
Here I am—
Another soul spun from stardust.

Must we be?
Swirl free, with me—
Entangled trees,
Branching seas.

Reach, reach!
Teach ourselves to be.
We must be
free.

Sometimes, art is life support
Two words
A paragraph
Something, anything; to grab your soul

To reveal beauty
Pure, unadulterated
Raw
Connected

To help us feel everything
All at once
At that moment
We need it most

Screaming consciousness of reality
It’s incessant desire to puncture my soul
To live stream from my eyes
Into a world, reflecting our reality

The fog of dancing echoes
Of past and future’s nature
As tall Evergreen trees
Growing from the mind of the many

No clear ponds
Only ripples through time
Washed away by the wind
Our endless stream

Electric pulses
Current currents
Live wire exposure
No ground, no sound

The connection is faulty
Our direction is folly
Randomly jolting
Life is done

Insulated purpose
Our threaded surface
Locked in service
Life is won