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

1895.

Time is a trapped, wild
animal, caged by a clock's
static dissection.

1894.

As the day wakens,
the sounds of life begin to
emerge and expand.

1893.

All the guileless hearts
offer tender overtures
to acquiesce to.

1892.

This night's slight, hopeful
haze of dusty twilight holds
me in its beauty.

1891.

You see me through a
window, painted in moisture,
muted to vision.

1890.

Always seeking some
promise, impossible though
its believing is.

1889.

Too often I am
seduced by melancholy
instead of people.