On time's own edge and balanced tight In twilight and in dawn Where epilogue bleeds into start, What violent drums compose my heart?

Da'as arrives like a wind Shaking loose the dust of ancient tools Touching every part of the city "I know you" And I am known. Every...

Through tears that washed away the walls and left bare her fields unsown. In words worn tired in secret places and flattened gallows...

I used to think in math and lines What divides and what subtracts Love was a structure and Euclid ruled Its strength was matter and facts...

Its a terrifying thing to be loved Truly loved. To know that someone is willing to take everything they are and everything they might be...

I think that I am sick of love At least, of adoration I am spent On desperate expectations My dear one please Tear down the temple Hold...

How close the ice is How serene The boundless solitude of motedom Unmoved by light of day But glaciers rise on rivers run Tiamat sighs...

You must become strong to stomach your own weakness A paradox is a pulling a part What remains in its wake? Can it love? Can you love it?...

Has anyone, in all their words, prayed to save the morning star? If the highest and lowest must meet in the end Why do we cleave them in...

You miss me in the starlight and I love you with the dawn And so we stay Alone and never full.

Grazed fingertips like moonlight on the waves Weightless and arresting I would hear this song forever

There are moments seeds when the world is so rich that I am lost in a thunderous NOW and times when I sit caught in the swing of eternity...

Forever and always my souls was a sea All currents and creatures unseen. It waved and glittered in sunshine but most was hidden in depths...

How many times were you born? Remaking yourself in your own image, shaping clay in love and pain I reach for you, for Moment of collapse...

I am too small right now to understand So I will act And know it my the consequences left in its wake

The knife is a promise, perpendicular Pressure and motion and release Memories burrowing insects in skin and bone and If its in the blood...

Talia hated cleaning up at the end of the day. The scrubbing and tidying was endless. Her slender hands moved rhythmically against the...

Never by halves, wholly or dead Never allow what is partial In love and in hate In sickness and health Be of one in the face of the all A...

What was the heart made for if it is so restless in this world? Beating steadily against the walls of its cage

Time is so slippery in significance Meaning, jumping waves and toppling like towers toward the sea Where are you? Sunning Lioness My...