Sublime ripples shadow purgatory wanting.
    This time mirrors my silence.

Wanting and consumed,
    Sanguine waters rushing,
    My spirit wades to be freed.

A frozen end.

Time conducting desperatio
    running sorrow of knowing

illusory meaning
    traversing orchestral mirrors

touch destiny
    contained within
    a self made mirror of defiance

behold a lending of meaning

The world surrounds us with distractions. Television is a particularly sinister form, and I’m only lately coming to realize its actual power over people. Try sitting in a room with a television on and doing something else - something like read a book or (as I’ve often tried) writing.

It …