The Little Man

Why should we be allotted a day at all there is no allotment we carry the load we always have we always will it is au naturale we succeed the pain, or, somehow just proceed despite it all the ripping open of seals, torn - the message crowns, at the opening the trident at the door inside, revealed we are the strength potentate high above the little man the smaller sacrament the Mother that birthed it all Candide Diderot. ‘24 “Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.” Barber, Samuel. Adagio. Strings. William Makepeace Thackeray. International Womens' Day.