Dragging the Infiltrator out by his red tie.

Oh man so guilty so damn guilty but you know he's the crime boss so yeah.

But I don't mean to get political what am I talking about?

Poetry literature things like that.

Soul stuff.

Sadly lacking in a media frenzy.

Yet I still recover and uncover the mysteries I once was so conversant with.

How could I have suffered such amnesia,

The depth of forgetting.

And you know nothing really has changed I still need 2 ferret out as a separate being

how to navigate in this world. What happened to let go let God?

I'm a that's what happens Lord when you let me get this dumb.

"It's your fault' my Catholic crisis counselor admonishes.

If God is in control of everything what the hell?

See I sound like a teenager who's just discovered... discovered there are other people out there but has no way to reach them.

I'll kneel. I'm no Lord. I'm not a Bolton a Stark, my mother had me on a lark.

So I'm moving to another residence I want to which one we're....

What did you say your name was, Gary asks for the third time today Oh I am sorry, am I in your way? Namaste.