 sonnet for unethical practices. I seek the haven past the airlock door, in coat and collar white my love to meet. She calls to me with hunger evermore, that I may lay new tribute at her feet. My love is even-handed as the sun. She caters not to sentimental pride. Within her arms the frail become undone. Her touch will warp and break the feeble mind. Unto her searing glare I turn my eyes. I'll bring what sacrifices she desires. My ears are shuttered to the haunting cries of those who must be gifted to the fires. I join the strong of mind within her light. The weak of will I offer to her knife. Seven Children Watching from a park bench on a lovely sunny day, I notice seven children who had gathered there to play. Zeru was the eldest and he led until his end. Ursula was skilled but filled with envy of her friend. Owen was beloved but could not avoid the fight. Rocky is the only one remaining here tonight. Nessa was forgotten by her friends and disappeared. Yorick lasted longest but still left as Rocky feared. Myron is the mystery my observation cost. I know I saw him playing too, but now it seems he's lost. Watching from a park bench on a dark and lonely night, only one remains here to protect and give us light. I wonder how much longer Rocky can put up a fight. A transcribed collection of haiku graffiti from site 42. Life without a name. Perhaps you should be its friend. Life returns to death. A float in a lake. Monsters come in from the fog. So it floats in peace. Black, white, yellow, red. The hanged king above it all. Black, white, yellow, red. Hate sealed in acid. Kill it as soon as we can. We are disgusting. All things are unclean. Pure water washes away. The world that we know. Visions of five sides. Coven of mushroom eaters. Can you trust your past? Weapon of Vishnu. Chimpanzee in a trench coat. Gift from Lord Shiva. The room smells like shit. A neck snaps where no one sees. Rain at site 19. When a toilet says, believe me, I've seen some shit. You should lock it up. Keep it a legend. The burned one soars overhead. What's your sacrifice? Portrait of a man. We all die cold and alone. Forever in paint. A cold and gray death. Don't look too long or we'll see. A portrait of you. A city in song. The one that never belonged. We can help her heal. I'll speak not of it. Some forest. Names are not safe. This is just karma. In the storm she digs. Mother's love lasts forever. Now then we can rest. Lavender and death. Does this doctor know what's best? Were you ever well? Friends from childhood. It's a small world after all. Careful what you read. A world of green dreams. You can expect a fair deal. Come back anytime. Two halves of the same. Look at all the friends I've made. Purpose forsaken. The primeval king strikes a bargain for mankind till the black moon howls. The first of many. Florida saves all the earth while he walks through walls. He played Elrond, right? Why is he playing Cain's sled? I want a refund. To create greatness. An artist must suffer well. Gladly I endure. This here is horseshit. And I can't stop eating it. Happy not death day. Once in a blue moon. The world is in agreement. The blue moon screeches. All life becomes death. Green flourishes a farewell. And then it doesn't. I don't remember what I was writing about. So I guess I'll stop. I'll do this later.