winter

when the cold soul shall show its being

and the community separated

when the early light is all one will see

and the night is slow

when my ears are ringing

and turn this lie into symphony

-Lahmadaj

spoken

to the ear of one
Jupiter high a path to moon
can't believe the shine
light inside warm curved surface
easy to see

one day
hope for
something

near to the excitement
and power below

will look for you


-Lahmadaj