Not Today,
Dead Man.
Today I rise,
Shake off thick, crispy layers,
Of Rust.
Slow –
Yet Steady.
Pouring out words in a digital haze –
Assembling my false empire,
Of hollow wisdoms;
Nobody wants to hear.
Nobody can keep up with it all:
So I’m working for myself,
& dead scholars in centuries to come.
“To the games, my friend.”
