"By frequent dissections gain a perfect knowledge of that other world which is man."
It's October. It's going to get colder.
You're not under the Southern Cross
And headfirst Orion the Hunter
Anymore, soldier. You're norther.
Don't care what hand the statisticians
Predicted most likely to win.
That's not the hand you're living in.
Any given moment now, a bullet hurtles. Been
Downhearted ever since the day bereft,
Ever since the day bereft of someone
Willing to shill the ghost of someone else.
The rule of awe gathers dust on the shelf.