Null Endeavor

 
Trees cut black marks in the evening gray,
a web of bloodless veins drooping earthward,
unable to touch the stars from which
they came.
 
 
By K. Shawn Edgar

Shortest Distance Not Between Two Points

All the things that don't happen; if you laid them end to not-beginning it would be a long road of nothing, to nowhere. Like trying less than conceived, and this is not so much a failing as a holding of the bullet in the chamber, undischarged. Never firing means never missing.