Month: April 2024

I lie on my grave Hunting the great parade For I was a faulted king But a king all the same

I wonder if history is God, or, That people too often mistake History for God. I’ve managed To confine myself in an ontological Pseudo-inspiration for both Logical trespass and pacification If history is God, then I am a Dormouse in the hallways of Concession, fabricating my allegories With a dorsal fin chime. Stolen words Lost […]