1902.

Peace, an elusive
wonder by which all souls wait
by the side for turns.

1901.

If only I could
just poke my ear and let the
thoughts come tumbling out.

1900.

Angels are a soft
ideal, leering in judgment's
blind usurpation.

1899.

Today is caught like
webs in the crosshairs of a
past long forgotten.

1898.

When you stand at the
horizon of your life, what
will be stitched inside?

1897.

Ink stains on bleeding
walls document the capture
of paper mimes here.

1896.

Silence, the repose
of deliberate actions
oft spoken intent