2049.

A disconsolate
view. The pervading masses.
Glory in shadows.

2048.

Sorrow overlooks
the beauty held in its true
underside. Searching.

2047.

A constant voodoo
against oneself with knives thrust
bent to sabotage.

2046.

Here the heart travels
full of suitcases rife with
another's baggage.

2045.

A moody refrain
to dress the season in some
backwards ode. Honor.

2044.

Bodies are bent as
furniture and lit like shrines.
Soul's genuflecting.

2043.

Fragility and
beauty too often meet at
the corner of loss.