Compassion falls easily.
It flaps its wings like nocturnal blackness travels over the full-starred heavens
Within seconds of finishing, he couldn't quite remember
Nothing seems wasteful to the stars
Practical people weary of no purpose.
Daydreaming I was king of nothing.
Chasing his shadow like a dog his tail
A wild wolf is it valid to discriminate against
I wonder where God went. He was always there before
And if tonight I go my spirit walks in autumn storms