Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

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

Black Mirror Obsidian Infinite gaze Hideaway of prototypes Mental, Causal larvae

The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

I was down for a minute had to get served out can’t take what’s mine All the money in The World

death with a sickle and like most any farmer their work is never done and life never stops springing for… and never tires of trying

When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.

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

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?

I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,

S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles

Don’t bother with worry, this isn’t me crying to you all. I am crying to the scribe in the w… who’ll take this story and mount i… upon a medium, a tape, a film,

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,