regeneration through isolation absolute, great holes in the sky bled sunshine down on the streets and in your eyes until you could see nothing but the breath of god. they fled from meaning like sin from priests, what some call cowardice we knew to be power and we cradled it in our arms like a…

out in the cold, bearing the slight sting on my skin, the only light from a street lamp filtering dimly in through a world of leaves and from my cigarette that burns slow and steady like life inching forward, an ember separating itself from the source and twisting upward before burning out completely and utterly…