the death cannot die

till suddenly his hand met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of the tunnel. It was a turning-point in his career, but he did not know it. He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking; certainly, it did not seem of any use at the moment.

I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

It's been an epic morning,

I cannot write epic but I can write simple and make it epic

I am five, I will never understand
why we are stranded in our selves
but in this moment I know
my own story
is understanding our singleness
that I am destined to move my body and time
into the body-time
the story
of Others.