In Search of Home (poem)

She stands with her back against the Infinite,

Her arms stretched out,

Its waves crashing on the rocks behind her,

A moment of carelessness:

Happy.

She'll be gone before the rocks,

Out to sea,

To find something,

A place to call home:

Belonging.

She'll taste sea, sky, and land,

Cross many borders,

Only to find the search over,

The question redefined:

“Where isn't home?”

Every grain of sand welcomes her,

And every drop of water,

For her home is the Infinite,

So she belongs everywhere:

The truest citizen of being.

-Zero

Do Not Go Gently (poem)

My soul is furious,

Restless,

Frustrated.

How could its shell,

Me,

Be so inactive?

How could a child of fire

Sit still,

And turn to ash?

Do not go gently!

Rage! Rage!

The light cannot die!

Burn forever,

Or fade!

Being turns to nothing.

Harness the rage

Of inability,

And turn the sky to fire once more!

-Zero