It’s the agony of this venture, I’m trying to ascend. Behest, the totems call. Love’s cadence has perfect timing. One more chance to thrive. So clear my urge to surge.…

Chance the clear cadence of destiny echoing  past the last city of pomegranates  plundered by grace; stand as a fool, fulfilled, at the edge of this agony and ascend its…

With agony, she stumbled Scanned the crystalline shoreline for a venture of her design To behest her potential  Surge her chance into Fate’s heel Stand firm in destiny fulfilled A…

Amidst traffic’s rasp stolid glass towers stand splotched in shimmering  pre-dawn lustrous pink crystalline  glitter mingling with some   new color, some  sublimely elusive gray wane—street-level  revelation of cadence of…

In the midst of infinity, (was it destiny or chance?) emptiness bore its heel into itself and spoke to the void: “A perfect world may only prevail in silence. We’ve…

A crystalline totem towers overhead. The Dame of Fortune marks the Granaliero’s face with the Daub of a Falsifier. It’ll thrive like a bad case of shingles until his destiny…

We always gambled the quality of New Year’s Eve; it was Agony or victory, no exceptions; Except I was too loaded to care that year: fat, sated, fulfilled — A…

Timing or the lack there of – leading to the revelation – “A fool and his money are soon parted”  The agony of loss – watching markets surge, thrive, soar,…

In case you stumbled into a sort of sightless grace; in case the crystalline arrow piercing your heel might be poisoned with revelation, like a fiery daub of venom, clear…

You came to heel one last time, with fading grace,  stumbled a little, came to stand in your place by my side ‘til I crouched so you could lick my…