I Carry a Burden

I stood among liars and charted my path
their words for my guidance, their stares at my back
Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask
I carry the burden
that you wouldn’t have

the Grinder’s Gloves

the Grinder’s gloves
are stained with blood
are stained with blood and worse

the Dead River

unstoppable life in its circle did turn
we awoke, we grew feeble, we died, we returned
forgetting in death all of life we had learned
the next day the same and the same on the third

if I Could Die Afraid

If I could die afraid I would.
Death ought be feared, not understood.

If I can die afraid I will,
and then be sure that Life was real.

the Edict

in the writing, this we see:
the end of all there is to be
all there is to be, we know
to be but once, and be alone
but once alone, we see thee bound
thou swear an oath! we write it down!