Messages

"Messages" Messages are delivered to us in the strangest of places, we resist like we are the longest hung revolution, the biggest most viable important incarnation, the loudest sonnet to acknowledge the uncanny timeliness of the unreality of it all, the removed mathematical equation, where is the logic in prophecies waiting for that Pale Rider to real us into safe quarters away from the proverbial Storm; any day now, news will ignite napalming our unaware safe walls, walls hung with souls of value screaming I’m too old for all this writing and passing of notes back and forth in school; to'wit, I’m more than likely, not 1 of the 144, I'm way too sullied, yet I’ve got hellelujah tribulations galore Candide Diderot. ‘24 signs/messages