Wrapped in Trembling Skin

Wrapped in trembling skin,

my throbbing nerves

synapse

to chaos, pain, and pleasure

to permeation of

sensation.

Fear or joy

compounds

the fall of day.

Night

fills my eyes

light fails

in the lowering sky.

Clouds

pile high, tear

to tatters, shred

vapors scudding over

grey hills.

There

I see my self-

made

hell.

Let Us Visit Childrens Exhibition

Little Greed

Lost In A World Of Dreams