Passages to Hades

In the silence between words is the yawning gap of my loneliness and beyond this seemingly endless abyss the nation-state borderline rages like singed leafy edges holding on hard to what use to be

Heartbeats

Heartbeats Into the misty morning Graythe 'gulls cry back to crashing waveacross the housing developmentand back to the Soundscreams of separation resound.For they are one, the seaand the 'gulland any moment apartis like dyinglike the crashing of the waveand the heartbeats and i want nothing more than to get back to you