We’ve been redeemed And reborned, But only jus’ made, not remade. Little, subtle things grow grow Like mold on walls Or leaven in communion. Meaning is lost lost And mayb’found But only jus’ by seekers, Like the strait gate, Sooner found With eyes that look And ears that hear Than mouths that speak scieneticly peered…

If every good idea I ever thought were mine To recall or remember I could keep my mind stayed on peace one day On being loved the next On loving the day beyond next And so on Paying nonevermind to an x where chi-roe etc should be Paying no heed to rumors of war And…

Finding oneself in a book such as this is odd in its own right, but Discovering what was never hidden, whatever word you might use for that and understand exactly what I mean, the whole truth of this book you and I find ourselves in is that this is but a strand in a thread…