Humans slip away, As all matter surely does Yet who can say the rocks do not weep for the dirt? Every moment is built upon loss, Energy dissipated back into the universe To lubricate all that is ahead, Keep everything moving, This machine of life hisses and writhes Free, dispatched back to the outer realm…

A warm hum Permeates the solid core of this home Like a siren from elsewhere Along and beyond the loop and the disc It calls to me from the wet dark unknown Asking how to be How to live But I do not know I too am a stranger here Unwinding In the definition Of…