Make Well Your Ways

Heard the sky fellupon your head soI think it sane foryour tempest show. A torrent swells upthe ladder leadingto the place the sky,it left you bleeding. The swell rises allof a tide that is red.Soon my limbs willbe still numb dead. Licking the bottomof your feet is wavesof an uncertain haze;make well your ways. For…

Cripple Am I

The touch of the worldtouched me hard today.The touch of the worldtore down where I play. My heart wrenched tearstore down my walls tall.My heart wrenched tearsand the suffering appalled. My light turned swiftlyas I sought out the day.The birds sang no songand a chill hurt my face. Why has the earth spunits revolution Dear…