Each day we watch  Astonished As you grow in strength Into your blood feathers

Stale dull days, I can tell the storms are coming by the trees that rap against the worried window-panes and I hear the sound of distant things, saying that which: I cannot bear without a friend, cannot love without a sister.

Canyon II, AI-art

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angels’ Orders?

"Dissolving memory", AI-art April 2024

As if you could kill a child, without injuring humanity.