Aphorisms

walking away from the ending song
out of the darkness into uncertainty
from the ashes to the fire
lost in a wandering mind

raw pleasure thrills creating ripples
ripping the surface apart
the first leap over the chasm
is what defines us the next

invisible people leave no trace
on soft silken bedsheets
a sad sacrament paid in kind
a parody of self-esteem

cut off the hand the minute it reaches
instictively creating empty spaces
chilled to the bone and blind
not letting the world enter

simple games for a simple surrounding
silence or words doesn't matter
the trick with a cuckoo bird
and it works every time