Life Management – A Nightborne Poem – Part 1

The sovereign master over time, he proclaims himself to be. Needs to coordinate, do batchin’ and delegate, to make as much as possible of it free. He seeks to control the outside, his focus is narrow, not enough wide, a formless matter, a weightless currency he...

Is It Written In The Stars

Is it really written in the stars, Or is that whole air-talk just a farce? Just a day has passed, its been full moon, Its look makes many a man think soon… The world so big, galaxies and planets wide, Man himself, so small, insignificant on the other side. He...