in this swelling
crowd of conformity
a glitch in the matrix
the ocean throws at you
fascinating musings
in grotesque refuse
however humble
is the first grass
spring blushes in pride
the refuse of fall
separated
from the tree of life
at the mercy
of the cold
metaled road
a gentle rain
washes over memories
soliloquies run on by
to love
and to recognize
somewhere in between
pattern and practice
the humdrum spikes
the flutter of a butterfly
lightning up the sky
a meteor ignites
dribbling emptiness
into a freeze frame
bursting into flames
