A Wolf’s Gaze

Under the watchful gaze of a wolf,
What will I do?

Fernweh

There’s a place I visit in my dreams.

~ a kind of poem

When you walk inside church, everything seems to change.

~ a poem

I can’t seem to crack it.

My own existence confounds me.

To sleep: perchance to dream: Ay, there’s the rub;

~ a poem about inseparableness

~ an incantation of chaos x creation x cultivation