I imagined every venerable thing b… from being beaten until I had no b… and living in utter desolation, po… to having tangible things, good ta… Land and Gold.

Their adversaries’ heads were placed in a Styrofoam icebox and it still wasn’t dissuasion eno… The chase of supremacy lingers until the farthest reaches…

The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again

Good Monad, In all bad news I see how strong we are. This life confusing,

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…

Wise Elders decide what mistakes are afforded who and tie color with number and meaning to frequency

I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…

It can get worse, there are hell realms. I’m misquoting someone but, I’ve heard it said:

In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves

Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.

Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.

The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which

Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm