Fore and aft of my eyesA moon landscape.Amidst ashes and blazes,Rubble chant my decay.I, from dark, oscillate to dark.Pied Piper flutes within each.Weave me into  their grey zones,Allure me in their grey holes.   And I fall, I fall, I fallTenaciously,Beyond the fifty shades,I try to put up with,I try to fathom whatremains of debris as… Continue reading I fall, I rise