Poem- A nifty sliver Breathless As a cocoon. Swift as a stalled Carousel Decades in the making. Folding and folding Uncreaseable wings. ~ In these wrists Ephemeral soles, Witches on broomsticks, And the plumbing I stole From the drowning poet. Poem- Numbers, undoffed Of cardinality, Yet stand attention, This is the road, ever forsaken Of sequence, forsaken and bright As the endless dark that never Begins. ~ Words Before the stars could speak. The shadows of lost diameters Measureless now Like childhood moons. And what space they dreamed, Commanded, played, In the ageless circumference, Amongst the sleepless paradoxes. ~ These are my last words. I want to end the sounds of words. Just for today. And walk With the tattoos of evolution.