When the moon is the only sound, I hear.
Can the sun and stars fill the empty in me...
I don’t need the room, to make me pertinent.
The straight jacket of public opinion...
Every time you deny the truth,
every time you persuade yourself...
The truth of scripture is this:
you were never meant...
O God, I have no excuse.
I knew it was wrong before I did it...
I keep replaying
Scenes I swore I buried...
Scrolling through the shouting
Everybody drawing lines...
Honesty is not spotless hands
or a mouth that has never trembled...
Two natures beat within my beast:
One is foul, one is blessed...
Oh name
a field of endless contest...
In villages where bread was thin
And grief still clung to door and bone...
Physics and AI,
drafting humanity for yet another con job...