4/16/2025 (listen on youtube) Sing of the shattering— the shadowed abyss of despair. Sing of endless hungry nights snatching soul-deep. Sing of the chasm where hope once lived, where shame has swallowed the light. Sing of the shards (past and future) sharp as the sounds slicing psyche into ragged strips of pain. Sing of the silence, sitting stone-heavy on your tongue suffocating searing slipping into the void. Sing over the splintered shards shuttering within your heart’s cag

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Creativity can be a path to meaning, to make our time on this careening planet count for something. To bring something forth from the realm