BECAUSE WE ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS. [74 POETRY]

Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

WHO'S TO SAY WHETHER WE ARE GODS OR NOT? ss18, 20160307

THE ASSASSINS BLADE WAS CRAFTED FROM THE BONES OF HIS REFLECTION AND SHARPENED ON THE FLAT SPINE OF HIS SHADOW. 2016, revolved © ACTION | 138

FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.

AN ABUNDANCE OF GAY AND SPACE METAPHORS.