I looked out at sky blue horizon’s on the coldest summer since 1982, red blood coursed through veins and plains in mad swirling dashes… White moon’s light shined down on the privileged dreamers lying in unconscious beliefs.

Taking a break, I broke left—exiting stage right… “I am a strong vital human being” banged the drums deep in my head hole.

I am grateful for the painful awakening that has been taking place since I first made a mistake.

Our Father…