Echoes of generations past like Urquelle to Urkel,
Old words made new with meanings I never knew
With the gentility of that loving single uncle,
The words in my ears were morning sun, gentle dew
Month: December 2021
She will rise
The guardian’s hand’s the butcher’s tool,
And kisses fade to bruises too
And love’s embrace to bitter jail
Why’s fear around the love that was?
RTC card
Past me vomitting venom into violated ears
As if by scratching metal on metal it were possible
To assuage my mettle.
Original Sin
Our intellect our science have surpassed
Creation. We know the why, how, where what.
The tides, the stars, the Möbius strip
Dalton’s and Kant’s intellectual flares,
The PC, Android and the Metaverse
Surpass creation’s greatest feats. We now
Should know …no… decide evil from good.
waghni 