I live, in the woods.
Everything cast aside.
With nothing, content.
I am calling out.
To the Grand congregation.
Will any one hear?
I will know in time.
The rooster crows in the dark
The rain anoints my brow.
Most people claim that I am crazy, my mind too wild, too dark, too hazy. It’s not my fault they fail to see the sights I’ve known since I ...