In the Furrow of Time

Here in the plasms of nightmares, hate plagues the world with its pawns dispersed across the globe of deception—scheming sins of treacherous times, teasing valor with deceit; mocking rights to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Old pirates sail sullen seas searching new ways to tell told stories catalogued and stored as glorious his-story (her-story? never our-story!): transgressions remain the order of the day. In this Dante-like scene of the human enigma, peace cringes in universal despair—imploding into its own black hole—seeking lights of love reflecting renewed humanity gestating in the furrows of plowed time.