Oh name
a field of endless contest...
In villages where bread was thin
And grief still clung to door and bone...
Physics and AI,
drafting humanity for yet another con job...
Religions are not the destination;
they are veils of mercy...
In the vastness of time,
I have been allocated this space...
So much has come and gone for me.
At the foot of the mountain once again...
Here I am, armed with my pen,
its ink running low. lifespan...
Lily white! on this a sunny African day.
Used feel like home, now the back foot only...
“I gotta”
is a complaint...
The Mask:
I wear it...
If I have found favor before Your sight,
O Lord, incline Your ear to my pleading...
Oh Lord, how it pains to follow the heart of Your...
for Your ways are narrow, and Your call is costly...