Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

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

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice

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

Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?

You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!

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

This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—

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

Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,

“Didn’t I tell you to love everyo… Love everyone. That’s my only business. No small feat, but I have all of eternity.

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

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