a matter of life and death

when my mind goes blank i pray

that God fills the gaps between decayed
strands of thought and hope
and takes me to the land forgot,

where good exists and web unweaved
we find each other as we're meant to be
with struggles given meaning that indeed:
we weren't just a nihilistic dream.

fire

the solitude of letting go

of years of work of being let go

of package given be on your way

deepest needs of purpose work;

and so it ends and he retires

and substitute of bubble echo chamber net

and screens and screams of news and war;

and you, whom i told: i hurt you too,

hangs loose i nearly let you go

the firing you volunteered for

money runs dry and so goodwill

i hate to speak in code yet i did

our eyes locked you understood and

gave a sigh; and you let the matter go;

let the matter go