The Unexpected
Necessary variation, arbitrary contemplation, forlorn forest, torn apart, born in freedom, sworn by heart to live, to give, inform, restart what's wrong, what's flawed does fall apart.








Without definite destination, ahead a dreaded bifurcation: What's right? What's left? And what is left to say and write? The obscure shadows of the night do greet the swiftly fleeting light. Blue flowers sprout across the ground as doubt vanishes all around.




