this is our credo. image-driven poetry, symbolism for sanctity;

this one isn't for the masses, however, which i regret--but we're working on that.
"endgame/."

sleep beneath
the moon, the
old guard of
the earth,
awaits you
I am older
than time
itself
I am the
roots of a
burned redwood
tree.
I am look-
ing from my
mountain perch,
between the mold-
ing crags of grey
peaks; the end-
game is an old
beastial thing
living
in a cave
the waves
lap
my feet.