The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.

This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—

That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,

Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still shiver

Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.

Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation

The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time

I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…

Here comes the awakened caste, to save none from their last. Extinction has been decided best, again, Earth will not

What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart

Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.

There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,

I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…