Endeavor not the moon that glares above. Do not walk into spectral woods unplanned. His haunt is there, he’ll take you where sharp shadows loom, macabre and grand. Because of this, I warn you now to keep

Within imagination’s coldest caves Resounds a righteous screech of flapping wings. At night they overcome the conscious wave And raise the outcomes of the day as king. Embarking on adventures only seen

I feel the white walls gazing down at me And watch the four faces ever watching. Somebody asks a question, only to Be silenced by hums of running water A peek into the past, memories then And now drifting

Up the stair case five floors high, Holding back the urge to cry Out. From far below. Bellowing as knees crack Like aluminum foil.           Up the stair case four floors high,           Pops from ankles

When the tongues of the poets preach wonderful words, and the echoes of nonsense from bodies are purged, understand that the songs can’t breathe life on their own before carefully learning to understand

To see that gait walk by the lunar glow When time has ceased its ever-constant flow A balance act of separate themes do clash When that good heart melts into ebon ash Those limbs that once were kept of

From meadows stewed with poppy and peace A melody across the atmosphere Descends from breaths of clouds. Along the east shores, galloping winds stumble through grass-loop gears, turning nature’s symbolic

I found a fountain gushing with promise. They gazed at its ripples with feverish lips Lapping for knowledge unknown to the tongue, Tasting loose limits with each wanting sip. Naivety spills forth – forgotten.