why choose
sky as volatile
art form

nihilism or
the other side
of beauty

or dimension
as a monstrous step
forward into the
wild

there
in unison
poetry and nature
blend as I stare
towards the
illusion

I chose
to be an insect
cradled in some
unspeakable obscurity

these are great steps
to take
and leaps of sense,
allowing
everything          to be
and           to       be           gone