Set Yourself Free

Breath is a convict whose sentence is the cell its crime that of hoisting life from the depths of your body’s well The mind a jailor whose keychain rattles not whose watch is spent pacing interrogations unanswered the companion of locks Spirit the pardon before being it was sworn as breath becomes confession freedom born

A Christus Victor

Unfurled ten fingers, like the tine in my palms, their reach a commandment from Sinai, cast out from tips an ending to the lineage of man’s own sinful failings. To ages of ages I can not age, an illusion of growth by my own strength for when I lift to take a breath an inch […]