Am I?

Alive,
Or just a shadow

Ship

“‘Here there be monsters,’ they say… Aye, we’re beyond the edge ‘o the map we are.”

Mamba never out.

{A squad of special operators stack up on an endless labyrinth of doors in need of breaching}

Snow fell in drifting gusts. The midday sun just reached the forest floor’s whitening blanket. Two men grunted toward a clearing.

We all lie to ourselves to be happy, don’t we?

From ashes to ashes, from the glowing dust off of stars, out of a daydream, back to a promised flesh. He’d returned.

~ On the cycle of consumptive and creative energy.

~ a poem about a light of consciousness in the sea of unconsciousness

~ an essay on the anime created by Hideaki Anno, Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995–1997).