swelling thought

December night of a thousand words

it creeps into my soul

burns deep and fills me with hope

i understand though passion blinds me

knowing the consequences and bleeding still

forever must the machines run and in the end, 

must they die

never attaining but always achieving

and now that the end is in sight

cast your head to the sky

breathe my friend, breathe....

Memory gives emotions second life...

RyanDavid Burningham