i

  Spirit gathering, the refiner's fire, and the blacksmith's hammer, tempering,

  ii

  What was I saying,

  iii

  Black magick,

  iv

  To fight and love someone worthy, is how the spirit grows,

  v

  The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

  What was I saying,

  vi

  Old and senile,

  vii

  Filthy millennials,

  viii

  In the valley, seeds are scattered, so small, and it all fits,

  ix

  Lift the flower petals and sniff,

  x

  Barriers and restrictions, yearning desperately, find freedom in poetry,

  xi

  What was I even saying,

  xii

  Where there is injustice, or ignorance, the devil is surely there waiting,

  xiii

  Is it obvious, that communication happens from the direction your eyes are looking, that so much is unsaid, and lays in the realm of implication,

  xiv

  So depressing,

  xv

  Being clever is just a way to move, a way to dance,

  xvi

  Waiting for management, what a safe way to play it,

  xvii

  My RRSP, yearning for freedom,

  xviii

  The road is long,

  xix

  This is just the beginning...