Who knows of the blind one’s dream?

I await
that heavy handed caress
the earth’s vengeful finesse.

the oblivion i embrace
majestic and all consuming
magnificent when beheld
magnanimous with its tremendous power…

let me have
that thirst to survive
that willful instinctive frenzy
that one last
valiant attempt to breathe…
and wanting to breathe.

the minute
fading
the bit by bit
wearing
tearing
only makes
the rented holes
larger
yet brings
you no way
nearer to its
edge…

it remains
yawning ever wider
but only gnaws and nibbles away…

remaining above all else:
guiltless.

Careening toward Chaos…

star-crossed yet still careening
towards an inevitable case of chaos.
reasons swirl like galaxies,
the stars all glow a warning,
the planets threaten to collude
and yet here we are floating
light years away
yet somehow stuck in
a treacherously redolent orbit
drifting ever close to the abyss
that awaits with knowing