to match the voice as heard in memory
align two minds that share the craft of self
define the moment held ‘tween him and me
the man I am made distant from past wealth
a pauper now with alms held out in shame
scraps of word stretched above an alley fire
bullion based thoughts bubble despite no claim
dead kindling dreams crackle [...]

From time to time I need to leave my words behind
not to be read or wondered at or otherwise considered
but rather left to die the death of progress made in increment
the writer’s daily dose of attrition from his mind
past ego, beyond plot construction, beneath the hatching of infant worlds
a token sacrifice to the very process [...]

these thoughts shall shame my trepidatious tread
where the whispers warm the winding of my curiosity
a tabula retaught toward the tainted touch of time
scoured surface shared beneath the roar of rasan memory
this calloused canvas caught between the birthing and the blade
as spartan strokes seduce a science so dreamed by destiny
while we walk the wounded water of [...]