dreams swallow
into brain,
Spoken into Creation [poem #586]
you tremble (poem #585)
Eyes wide, you tremble skin pressed cold against another, open door, open heart and exude a sense of presence, a sense of death eyes wide, you tremble.
Europa (poem #584)
sunlit eyes that moves across the expanse scan for any and all lifeforms, result, negative result, rock, result, dirt, result ice
holding the world (#583)
holding the world in the realms of the night, the realms of the living, keeping a revolving sphere on its axis, so ready to fall off.