Bitter with the Swede

Open and waiting.
We reach with hungry fingers
out into Infinity.
The body is a vessel.
The eyes see only shadows.
The mind must be the muscle
to create the mirror.
To conquer the fear.
To conjure the impossible.
For you to be the maker.
The Master of Destiny.

From ‘Cigarettes, Whiskey and Armageddon
(Musings on Death, Grief and Loss)
© 2019