46.

The regard of hope
and beauty pixeled over
despair in fractures.

45.

Vague and absented
motivations, are the clear
keynotes of the day.

44.

Set alarm clocks and
insomnia. Internal
contradictions suck.

43.

Curb your shadows and
dance bare feet deep into this
anniversary.

42.

A week passes in
busy silence. The return
finds nothing undue

having been missed.
The routine of asking why
I partake, ensues.

41.

Only in sleep do
we tell each other our true
secrets. Across the

gulf of suspended
judgments. Passing our greatest
communications.

40.

The smell of rain and
brine, carried off the water
soothes me deep inside.