Data flowing fast
Copper wires singing bold
All there is to learn
poetry, prose, and photography
Walking past the stalls
Early morning at Pike Place
Tourists were absent
Bird Song filled the air
After dawn’s light hit the sky
They scattered: airborne
Immortality
This, driving human dreamers
The ultimate fear

Clouds are moving in
Yet the sunlight still remains
Outdoors we must go
On this Palm Sunday
Focused on brutality
Humans’ love of rage
No excuses mentality
Feeds into my insecurity
Of not getting everything done
Even without sleep for days