1348.

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

1347.

Time seems to pass so
much quicker here. Age winding
down its own patience.

1346.

There is no longer
any respite from pattern's
return. Just vengeance.

1345.

The weather is now
displaced and nature angry.
Their beasts turn burden.

1344.

Broken scales make up
this landscape. Earth upended
by machinations.

1343.

The weight of living
costs its own survival. A
bare dichotomy.

1342.

An imbalance of
beauty and destruction here,
always left hanging.

1341.

Tonight my throat is
full of the world's emotions.
Choking and stuttered.

1340.

Want confused with need
as acquisition becomes
the only purpose.

1339.

The spoiled fruits we
take so for granted. Nations
of the gluttonous.

1338.

Still, the stacked glory
of history holds its own
recognition here.

1337.

Such cold comfort a
memory can hold against
heart's pervasive grief.

1336.

If only the loss
could quantify its meaning
in fruition.

1335.

One day's surfeit on
paper honors before the
return. Loss and death.