bygone days in sepia tone views of roosts we’ve long since flown the sweet deceit of distance snares an ache for something no longer there

ignore the flesh, take the seed rake them, bake them, grind them, sieve bitter taste, alluring scent i paved the way to enlightenment

On the wall or on your phone Tells you to be somewhere or be at home The mayans had one that said In year two thousand and twelve we'd all be dead

Riddle me this: a ringtone for Archimedes' heart?

I move through the night without a sound, Where I step, no footprint is found. Wrapped in shadows, a blade by my side, In the smoke and the silence, I choose to hide. What am I?