not by grace or rage

Not by Grace or Rage

Did you observe that bullshit?

He had rolled out the academic red carpet

until moments such as this, when the pain

would have serious ramifications in shaping the

last of the winter’s snow melted. The hill behind

the tradition had been banned. Then he wished us well.

Take me, for example, I employ such nescience as

using their parts for this very first prototype of a

conversation with someone who meant to kill

the oxygen mask, but not the faint rasp of his

little significance, or perhaps transcendence,

a way to interconnect people. And that was the point.

Now our notorious narcissism is our camouflage.