Tabula rasa (n., ta·bu·la ra·sa) mind wiped clean, lacking nature seeking for nurture
Today, I take on the monumental task of waiving the ego.
a chasm yet full: break do walls of white noise and fingernails on brick
Where I once stood, yes, I saw that lone structure, yes, the blackness of true.
write when there’s nothing; so, when life turns back around, you will not miss it.
The show's a big top, ball-balancing seal, fed with a greenback salmon.
blood smells of iron and tastes of metal and the universe is us.