OPTIONAL POETRY

See the dust encrusted with dry rock and you don’t think flood zone, water scouring sage brush instead of brittle wind, but it’s happened. Block ice slouches in the glass, dessert heat demostrates the facility of state change. See a lazy wheeling hawk, think gyre, gyre, getting wider– do things really fall apart? Or just slump forward in apathy? Define a hole: a lack of matter– evil is nothing but the absence of empathy. Say […]