Friday, February 11, 2011

Successional

You want light.
You want it more than most...
fight for it and spite
your consort and your host.
Increasing your fitness
while growing white and mossy,
defeat your only witness
while you become more glossy
and the moons appear and disappear
in a steady march towards mold
and we become a memory
successional, and old.

Saturday, February 05, 2011

True Light





True light.
What is out there is preferable-
what comes through is filtered.
Out there or in here?
Trapped.