Automations of Firmaments
Automations of firmaments. I am the wrangler Osimion. Have that I have. Fair tides fisher. I wish not of this swell. I note the treasured vegemite’s confluence. I am distorted in duplicity. But let confusion reign! – Sinz
Ostrich Oligarch
Ostrich oligarch, numinous, the passive nugget cremator, on satin robes to Zephyr’s heaven. I tether my sandal’s heel to oblique destinies of narrow backs of sparrows. I flow to vestibules, and incline in the storm of Rasputin’s sail chasers. Sinz is not the character to rasp. I alone make the coiner part of my invent. […]
A World We Cannot See
Over the horizon is a world that we cannot see. We are drawn to it by our insatiable thirst for new vistas beyond the worlds we know today, which are here and gone. And so the search is never ending and draws us on a quest that proves our aspirations will live forever. – Esinz
True Revelation
The burning of the bush can transfix us all with its calm endurance, but we as spectators sensing the anguish and the joy of its engulfment can also come to know the extreme lightness and darkness of our hearts. This is true revelation. – Esinz
Ingots at the Cross
And the sociominoriry of reptilian faith flag down the ingots at the Cross, on the way to Columbia. The station master yields the oath, and frees the surface, open to the grave. But I see the triangle of sisters, and reach no boundary. I am vague, in disrepute, almost a changeling. – Sinz
Smile of a mockingbird
To see the smile of a mockingbird is to hear the rush of a river in search of freedom. – Esinz
Screams
We watch galaxies collide with indifference, but react with screams when confronted with minor impositions. – Esinz
Cool Breeze
The warmth of a cool breeze can provide the dispirited soul with a reason to strive for substance. – Esinz
Road to Redemption
The road to redemption is cast in the doubt of wearied travelers, winding their way through the desolation of hopes and desires scattered to the wind. – Esinz
Morality condensed
I continue to condense morality into a prism of shadows, not away from trepidation, but to the quick of matters not shallow in any share of respect. For a chasm of insight waits to the shoeless soldier, but I must wander in bewilderment amidst the enemies of true peace – knowledge and foresight. – Sinz