It Hertz To Know You

When you visit my site, sad to say, sound's subsonic My ears can't hear music an elephant hears, A text message is louder (I do read all comments), At times, I confess (though) they bring me to tears! If my tears are from laughter or joy (when you honor Me here with your presence) I count it a win, For it's not just agreement, in fact, that I'm after. I still dare to dream all that I share ghosts my sin! Not just sin I've committed, but sin in my genome, Hardwired by free will that no man has escaped! Should the pitch of your visits be something I value? Ascribed too to sin? Should such manners be aped? I don't write for your pleasure, still pleased when that happens. In faith, I am you and think you are me too! But our acts trip us up on the path to tomorrow, All virtue's skin deep that we wear (frail tattoo)! It's in pain that I grok you (for you're my reflection) Though friendship has content like words of a song, It's a choice that we make (and the heart of what matters!) If Grace can't intoxicate, something is wrong! Long Tooth November 6th in 2019