Ablaze ruthless wrathful fire
A wave disintegrates into the sand
She landed so eloquently on my wrist
Swimming in the Paleolake
I walk outside, close the door behind me, step off of the front porch, and stand on top of the soft ground beneath my snowshoes. It is cold, but I am warm from the soft, thick layers of my pajamas - my bottoms tucked into my boots. I tighten the tie from my robe around my waist then look up at the landscape surrounding me.
As I woke up on a morning, as I sat on my bed.
Would you look at the flowers in bloom,