---Provisions For the Final Journey--- At first glance, my face is seemingly
empty and barren, almost lifeless.
I believe the programmed man
can limit the imagination.
The unthinkable games of
will I go to heaven or hell?
They will rebuild upon
the ruins of their old world.
It’s clear in his thick, black book,
the manipulating is far more abundant
than all the discoveries ever found.
There are hazards in knowing too much.
To society I am ruined and unsightly.
How could I trained to understand
drift away?
And as I emerge from the
sullen deep layers of monotony,
I am sparked by an imagination
to explore what’s down there.
I discovered a journey to these
radiant fortresses, both lyrical and defiant.
I am alive...