they say there is an ill wind
- its blowing madly

from out the mouths of men
- breathes threats of death

half light in secret corners
blue in white

orbs of the universe
watching horizons

how deep does solitude go
once you start to travel there

leaving bread crumbs of course
for those just starting out

a being of dust and ashes
animated earth flesh

a dancer of the universe
making their own music

the hidden places are all known
the deep of the deeps deeper still

where will you go to hide
when the whole universe goes with you

open spaces filled to the brim
all connected interchangeable dreams

We stipulate what’s “right”,
Or else legislate what’s “wrong”.
And we have morays and conventions meant to help us get along.

We take security for granted.
Want to make the whole thing fodder.
With feet too firmly planted
We toss the baby with the water.