Life lives.

Mother Moon.

She gazes down 

pulls gently the blanket of night from the land. 

She is comfort and care.

She is cool.

Her children reach up,

bask in her darkness one moment more.

The father of the heavens arrives soon.

He will seize creation with his enlightenment,

and the children will shudder and shrink;

too weak to withstand the interrogation. 

Junk! Pt. II

 Nothing but junk!

                                                                 Scattered across a scorched land.       

   Forgotten.

             San Angelo:

  But,

Like every attic,

There is treasure to be found.

Junk! Pt. I

 The evidence is strewn everywhere.
















Bricks and Mortar.

Debris. 

 Devastation of a savage sun god.

Leaves behind

Oasis.

Sell out.

Man Up.