A Rune poem. It jives or it doesn't. You'll survive.
Bypassing the Second Law of Thermodynamics, we will talk about the way our fathers might have seen death. Where then is thy sting?
You're the sum of your parts, and your sum belongs to a greater equation. Special in context, but worthless in the puckerbrush.
A friend and Brother recently challenged us to retake our humanity from modernist globalism. Here is my best attempt at articulating what I think this begins to entail.
A poem. About life and learning as you watch, and wondering what happens to your knowledge when you are dead.