Other Side


a grounding spire


breaking down the components


feeding roots with torn edges


what it was like to be lightening


Pinpoints and Pendulums

imperfections are how life balances itself

tiny pockets of bliss

expand into forever

lines connecting all of them together

those moments

that carry you through

supporting you in your pain

pinpoints and pendulums

swinging round and round again

Action Potential

reality flows from the deep end to the other

alarming immediacy

vibrating bones

til concentration explodes into frenetic madness

released it settles back slowly

like and old man in a chair

carefully rearranging

the right spot found for the right bits

comfortable distance from the air

until the throb and tickle of the future

comes to displace

rest into action