Grind

I am the destroyer.

Like Shiva.

Like Trinity

One thousand times the light.

One million times the dark.

The cold compass pointing south.

I am the grind.

The day to day wearing down

Of your soul.

Call me age.

Call me job.

Call me anything you wish.

I am the destroyer of worlds.

Dreams

Lives.

The cold glass is frosted.

The moon pours in.

As the soul pours away…

K.J.K.  01-29-10