The Quiet Sun

We trace your violence with methodic unease, charting chaotic ferocities as measured outbursts; a humanised hoax to retain control.   As your temper subsides we

We are Drifting Apart

Within the unformed chaos of our past, You pushed and pulled at creases in our skin; The time we had was short but built to

Solar Stranding

The waves assault an unfamiliar shore, As bodies writhe beneath the azure sheet; And astral squalls prepare their tools of war.   Cascading whitecaps far

Biological Entanglement

Your search for energy you can’t suppress, Looking for particles of light on waves. A perfect quantum engine you possess, Your search for energy you