A song

A song lives inside me

It soothes and stirs

It slithers slowly

Its strike swift

And its soul sweet

It sweeps its sole

It swims in deep

It shakes its skin

And it swears sleepily

A song lives inside me

Slowly swelling

Stretching and sprouting

Spudding smoothly

Swiftly spreading

Soaring and sliding

Surging surely

A song resides in me

And rises high above

And burns asunder

I went down the road.

I went down the end of the road to see what was ahead. I sat down gazing at the darkness I saw. I became lost in thoughts of the worlds that had been and the worlds that could be. I saw a heavy rain fall from the heavens. I saw the dried up earth quenching in thirst. I felt the breeze beneath my eyes. I heard the wind, whispering about the things I left behind, in my ear. I decided to rest my weary head upon the road. I laid down my body at the beginning of the end. I heard, with my ear to the ground, the approaching iniquitousness. I wept for the world that was. I hoped for this not to be a bitter end.