I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…

My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me