Static Euphoria

 
I flood my ears
With static euphoria
As the mind trails away
And my limbs course
With primal desire

In spite of the wind
I cleave, the frigid night
Brimmed with the valor
Of melodic disarray

The earth
Becomes a passing blur
As I speed undeterred
Pouring
In buckets of sheer resolve

Until exhaustion
Quiets my laboring frame
And I exude, satisfaction
Content with the trail
I’ve thoughtlessly blazed

For the Greater Fable

 
They are black lines
Lumbering
Toward certain oblivion

Unaware of their purpose
Of the truth they bear
Within their every morsel

They march onward
Driven
By the edge
Of a madman’s quill

Sewing shut
The greater fable
Laboring, for the close
Of worlds carefully spun

Black lines
Cannot waver
If steady hands
Lead them on