2028.

A thousand lures of
flesh. An eye's feast made hungry
by slow seduction.

2027.

The sun spirals its
own hypnosis in the sky.
Mere mortals, beware.

2026.

Want confused with need
as acquisition becomes
the only purpose.

2025.

Slaves to impetus
over choice. Breathing robots.
Fundamental base.

2024.

We're all such lonely
creatures just dreaming for some
sort of connection.

2023.

Sometimes I wish words
could be manifest as their
meanings. Vowel salve.

2022.

Your eyes cast outward
like constellations. Beauty
and myth, out of reach.