Great Work

Mathematician, my friend
My sage alchemist
Tabulate the many minutes
The mystic-filled chances, made of pure gold
In all of the days, but keenly, the nights
That you’ve left my clean heart alone
Moments ago, you were more than this
Now, I’ve run the table
I own what you seek
Knowledge, my darling, to cast my own crown
Black diamonds
My secret


I think The Earth is moving

It’s not where I Left It

When in my Second-Story, Circus-Red-And-White-Striped childhood bedroom

I Knew never 

Would wrongs be deemed Right
Should the voiceless be Silenced
Could I stay and just play School

Did you don Your cape then too