I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?

I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.

What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…