A fractured sonnet is echoing
                                                    through the u n i v e r s e

                                                                                                  my first creation
 

On a black and white
movie screen, flickering
embers of my well being

l o s t  i n  t h e  c o l d  l i g h t
                                                                             of a candles existence.

On a star field trip I grasp at
humanity's coat tails.

I look to the light

of you.

To the valleys of fractured moons,

for the next earth-crosser
to mercifully wipe out everything.

My smile sits adorned
at your beck and call

I hear the birth cry of hope
from the mouth of a moth

a n d  t h e n  s i l e n c e

The Gods of the future have spoken:
The time is over. . . Reverse the time

- The hourglass is empty ~