Hatred

What to do with it,
this inexplicable hubris of hate.

Buried

We are all buried.
From the Beginning,
inside this ground.

A man in a trim suit sits behind a desk…

One last song.

At the top of the mountain, he believed fate awaited him.

In life’s sprawl of action
An insurmountable force, The Dragon,

“In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him.”

Why do we read?

Who am I?

Most things can be explained.