yet fated in concrete seal nothing more than a rabid dog descending on Human nakedness too diseased to see their demise as our only cure. #smallpoems 3/3
For evil only begins when one grasps a weighted folly nature, God, and self part and parcel to a lost essence in Hegel's Waiting Room hoping to hold THE Rose in place #smallpoems 2/3 (oops)
In cosmic knowledge politics means anything but a forgiven sin as laws of ascent do not descend from a March on Rome. Nor slip off lips of technologists tweaking words at world's abyss Divine does not sink on an empirical existence #smallpoems 1/2
People often ask Why no Big Parades No tanks, guns, and planes But flags do wave flowers lain upon graves Yet these weapons of thanks carry grace in hands of babes on every Main Street in every town Silent rounds bowed in Thanks Not Declarations of the State #smallpoems https://t.co/FmAPIN1cO6