chapter one

Above the gray sky in the violence of solace
a crow flies
a flight of no effort in the silence
of supersonic speed.

drawing traces of ripples only in a man's mind of stillness
while he cries
to the wilderness of emptiness
above.

Beneath the subconsciousness
like the moss upon an seasoned old tree
i crawl
upon a journey to the known futures of uncertainty
a designed destiny by the divined broken promises
sticking in my craw
like a snake swimming upstream the cripple creak
i fall
every step i take
heavily back into the downstream
beneath.

while i can still hear in the roar of solace
of his deafening supersonic silence
in my other ear.