wind to bleach bone

snow packed into floating cloud

glimpse half illuminated moon

-your light poured over a dark rock-

creation of my mind

haunt me still

defied

"let me tell you boy"
did you ever really have an idea?
my mind harbors rampaging children
in multitudes
kicking and screaming
running to their rooms
packing their things
and leaving into the night.
run away together
horde of the defiant and lost.