quiescent days
waning light
grave moments
weighing feathers
and stones
of judgment
doubt not
nor gently go
to that dark chamber
wherein lies
granite awareness
annihilating kiss
immeasurable
all matters equally
silence mayhem
quick and still
mind cannot grasp
cannot command
a hammer helps
chipping happily
as lichen feast
paint dries
Venus bright at
dawn
signals
light dissolved in light
above the human mire
and life
how little we really
need
less
much less
much more