Enlightenment’s Mercies

Metal descends 
Hissing loudly
Linear flow 
Impacting bone 
Nerves, spine 
Seperated from 
Itself. These 
Strange acts 
Of brutal 
Mercy.  

Suburban Steps

Weariness grabs my soul
Dragging eyes downwards
Below my stride, footsteps
Striking quietly upon
Concrete, stone, pedestrian
Elements of suburban life.

Possibilities

I cannot explain
The depths of my heart
Nor can anyone clearly.

Perhaps that’s
What’s meant by
“We’re alone”.

Yet, when we go
Deeper than words
Touching souls becomes

Possible.

Change

Isn’t it amazing 
How destructive 
Change can be?
Temperature fluctations 
Can shatter the 
Incredibly strong. 
Radical variations in
Speed rip apart the 
Strongest of machines. 

Humanity often needs 
Such violence. Bringing
About radical new social
Orders, birthing freedom
From history’s wretched  
Injustices.