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Father was a friend he said, “Son, you will be safe if you know the devil’s hands are yours, just as they are mine.You are Jesus of your own disease. Its ironic, cause its true.” He took my hand and told me, “Son, this world is yours.” The architect, his wandering Opus is at variance; constituents without accord. Curious, I grow. So was I meant to know the words my father spoke? My hands became the demons. The vagabond methodically trudges through bitterness, through dissonance, and dour groves. We’re such wicked fiends: We are the monsters. Empathetic beings: We are the saviors. So maybe we are flawed. Fallen into disrepair, inherently we are the architect’s exquisite creation. A faulty mess of diagrams and partial notes. Father was a friend, he said, “Son you will be safe.” But I just can’t shake the devil’s hands. They’re yours and mine to keep. Jesus of our own disease, its ironic, cause its true. If we create this world… my God…

If you knew in your heart that this would end you, would you still start? If you knew when you heard the train calling, as you lept off the back of your steed, that the tied and the writhing become those hooves that’d be trampling you? Iron Horse. You’re on your back and you wonder, “How did I get here?” There will be no daring rescue. Ain’t no, “just in the nick of time.” It’s just you, and that figure you talk to whenever you are in need. So are you content? You took the adventure and came back empty handed.

I woke up this morning to my clothes laid out in order. They were unerring and delicate. Sewn of the finest. We’ve got this bounce in our step that just can’t be taken or stopped. Resilience that is unmeasured, unparalleled. Sewn of the finest. Time’s like a stitch ensnared and unraveling in thickets that never let go. No one can choose of whom, or where they come from, they only can choose where to go. Oh, what a mess of patches we’ve become undressed. Stitch by stitch, we shed our skin; oblivious. Sewn of the finest. And there’s only so much that we can do cause all that we have is what we choose.