A Minimal of Deafness

When all sound
Stops
Outside your window
Writing secret messages in silent dew

Quit tapping,
I see you already!

A Minimal of Life

Trials are but,
Foul fantasy,
Wrought in our ruin,
To imagine we are
Dying.

A Minimal of Exhaustion

When faced with terror,
The eyes fall,
Wrapped in lids,
White outside,
They hide.

A Minimal of Joy

All heartache,
In boundaries lies,
But feathered joy,
Foe-less
Flies.

A Minimal of Hindsight

Let my epitaph never,
From my cartouche rescind
And tell those still living,
That I was merely
Mumbling
Into the wind.