* find satisfaction in little things,

the intimation and nuance in days amidst insanity, inanity,

when you know that you know that you know what you know;

where all around you they don’t know - can’t know - one thing about you, really.

find solace in that feeling, the knowing... an assurance you are spirit of the highest order which knows no border,

whose time is ever right now.

know that  wherever kindreds rest, there you are.

find the peace known & shared by them,

a peace in these shadowed, dreary days, these numb nights endured. shared flesh rejoices, knowing our season is yet…

though this season is nyet.

there’s a halo behind the hammer find it. *

“You find a mystery bound in perfection

You gotta read but you don't wanna reach the end

'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction?

And this reality's just pretend?”