Obscured by novelty
Waiting for a faith un-trodden.
Rich and dark
like a storm-cast sea at dawn’s light.
Foam and salt upon trembling lips.

Reek of consequence
and wasted opportunity
as I sit upon a withered hope.
Guided by the dawn of a lost generation.
Keep alive soiled turmoil
cast forth by a writhing seed.

Tenebrous coil, a heart’s guidance.


I once saw a tree so twisted by the wind,
Leaves clinging to branches with malicious fervor

Every twist and crook a testament

I couldn’t help but see the great beauty
in that gnarled spectacle

An ancient turning away