Free from these pages...

As blue moons rise
and red suns fall-

when sleep can't find me late into the night-
into the mornings hush...

I know it is because I am awake
and there's no time for sleep
in times like these-

cutting through lies
and history.

The evidence
and poetic warfare-
running down the pages of old books.

A moment will come
when we are nothing left
but bone and ash-

no flesh to hold or hearts to thrash-
against rib cages...
against these bird cages... from these pages.

May 29th, 2017