Cycling
Hollow
Life is a hollow monster.
It eats and eats.
Sweat, soul, body.
Then ceases to be.
Jason Bourne
Glitters
All that glitters are just sands by the sea.
Too many you thought they’d never cease.
The tide rose and ate them all up.
Each one now dances to the flow.
Dreary
All day long the workmen toiled,
in dark places forging treasures.
The bidder came for his want,
in icy water it burned red.
All of life’s efforts,
glistening shimmering,
to pierce this dreary foe,
he called existence.
A Cuban Flat
Drawn in ArtRage Vitae.