From the crypt.

I tend to see the things I used to write years ago as pure shit, but I've been reading some old stuff and there seems to be a few things that are actually pretty interesting. Definitely need some work but I like the idea. Like this one.

Frail night

the dew drop
runs down the forehead
of hungry morning earthy green grapes

gently morning blinks and is
lakes of bright eyes
slowly rise
and the balance that was night
comes all down at once when light
reaches in and pulls the world
inside out