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

Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.

Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,

Nothing is all I ever wanted, now I’ve got it all! Careful! Lest I become a braggart… From nowhere it’s a hard fall.

I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… An early advent of unseasonal heat and the moment of festival and mat…

I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him

Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,

Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,

Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.

To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.

A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,