Squeezing Ink From A Pen As I send away the past While in the air And welcome tomorrow – I know. Everything must go to the file: Lessons Passed and Failed Before you can pass through The gate of enlightenment. The gates of the Sun. Blinded. And paste a new Vision To the wall.
Morning Prayer: Reasoning with God Please, God, send me something good today. You can’t expect me to suffer indefinitely. That’s not fair. Besides, I’m open to it.