I am time, and I am light

I am a spark, and I am the ghost

circling a nucleus, the father and the son,

there is an inalieble elegance in the way it all works


I remember the trips we made on horseback in the foothills in the dark

and in the light. In radiance of full sun and in shadow of sun’s absence

Tarantulas and Agave. Scotch and Saltines.

Thoughtful men, thoughtful women, all

find comfort and purpose in work

arbeit macht frei


nature holds her secrets close

waiting for the assassin to steal

in a million years, what harm will come to pass

that couldn’t pass in a millionth of a second


a coyote calls, but goes unanswered

the sweat on her sweet neck glistens

in the light of a million vanquished stars

the weapon is poised but the will wavers


his deity councils; an action waits for you to accept

that I have already done everything for you

you are merely an instrument, you are nothing,

now do your piece


I am time and I am light

I am a spark and I am the ghost

descend, and the radiance of a thousand suns

slaughters the night


now I am become death,

the destroyer of worlds

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