I cannot walk alone,
trapped in the web of my own emotions...

You’re Born to Hit the Wall
Stages of you...

When the moon is the only sound, I hear.
Can the sun and stars fill the empty in me...

I don’t need the room, to make me pertinent.
The straight jacket of public opinion...

Sometimes the corners in my mind oxbow on me
Often taking me to a parallel source...

The threads that bind
Inspection to the present...

Physics and AI,
drafting humanity for yet another con job...

We were almost forever.
So close it hurt...

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...