The Approach

Something is coming, whether it be through a cold winter's door, sloshing through the trough of puddled rain, across the brittle rustle of dying leaves, a medieval entity that has comfortably slept through the humidity of our restless summer nights, inside all of our aging sarcophagus', until now. Something is coming, and I feel the …

Old Lonely Cow

in an open field, alone, constantly chewing, always standing, sometimes laying, through the wind and rain, on frost covered ground, in the middle of summer's fury, with each passing season, old lonely cow waits, unknowingly patient, for the day when her sculptured grazing silhouette transitions from farmer's field to carnivore's …

the where ?

...the silence.........the instancewhen we acceptthe precipice.........the momentwe enterthe void.........where ? can we go toabsorb it,together?...where ? can we go to taste it,together?...where ?can we go tobe one with it,together?......where is the "the"?.....The silence stays with meuntil it is tired of meor maybe this feelingof morose issuppose to last longerthan I …