death is a place

     .   I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets. I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road At night I turn back the...

.  From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room And made its way to the arm ...

  . When the soul leaves the body, it is  no longer under the burden  and control of space and time. The soul is free;  distance and separat...

. Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end, Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem lik...

. I grow into my death. My life is small and getting smaller. The world is green. Nothing is all. –Mark ...

    . Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end, Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem li...