Writing

A gentle flicker, a sudden flare.

It is a beautiful dance of heat and light,
the most quintessential expression of raw energy.

When is the question history can never tell us because it is always and never for someone. 

And everyone is rarely possible, but many

is a blessing only found when the puzzle is given attention to be solved carefully.

Blood and murder and starving people.

An orange man on his self built pedestal.

It is on the breaking backs of suffering Americans that he stands.

Upon the throne of man

Sits the king of greed

A man so old and cold

Yet ne'er his people

Shall he feed

Upon the yellow throne

Sits a man of truth and lie

A skeleton covered in gold

The clouds watched the mountains, Strong. Regal.

Infallible.

The clouds longed to join the mountains,

To be together.

precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.