sitting under the shade of a tree

considering ants and their movements through time and space

hello old friend

not today, it's rainy today. this is gonna be the summer that bottle man is consumed

by the dawns early light

wings of sleep forsaken

artificial curvature

nondescript river on the edge of reason

blood red stars on a field of green

near akebono park with R and K

burning bright in the night

maker of words, mover of worlds

soft sliding sun

night fades to day like the friend that was always there until you realized they were gone

fractured prism

one of those days