Are but random scribbling
in the life of the soul.
or perhaps the soul of the life.
Better put - a cobweb cast both into and against the dark.
keeping the different path, the not awake at bay
embracing what accepts the gentle drag.
Sentences - strung together webs of filigree
common thought entwines with common thought
Steel bends, lumber splinters, brick cracks
all will be ruin in time.
turned to words
touch the stars -
what is not