In the two weeks
I have forgotten everything
save the sun
which is milk and honey
I have forgotten everyone
their failings
their schemes
and I am void
Upon my return
the garden is overgrown
~ ~ ~
I climbed up to the temple but I had nothing to offer
The attendants, formalised, regimented, expressed concern
but I pushed through the protocol and found the kitchen
I picked at scraps from the bins until I was full
I chose an unused cell and slept
unaware of the dark night outside
~ ~ ~
The Voice is the Message
Depending on the game
you'd want me in your team
So manage me
coach my cruelty into softness
then cut me
once the power has got you