• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 11

Fathomless Pits of Bliss

"This analog whiplash civility across
the sea, has brought buckets of progress.

The cotton counters count-bless their days
parted from nights of darker ways.

So bring ho boy! your history book,
yellowing pages, crumbling in continents.
Breaking away from great Soweto
we head to promised el Dorado...

Where days are brighter than the sun
of day when baptized John had been.
where master Christ, blonde, blue eyes
saves wretched and dark lives."

No! maybe to the water fall
i shall set sail
where, spirit-heads of Apache warriors
fall out of world of redemption
to the fathomless pits of bliss!