long, long ago ... we opened Pandora's Box
Here are poems about us. Oh, we are people! The greatest species of creatures. Imagine yourself an outsider, can you? Oh, we people must look odd to the rest of the universe!
Collected in this section are conversations about mankind, the human race, the infestation: who we are and who we think we are. Contemplate what we've done, where we've been, and where we are headed ...
Some considerations for reading this section: Pronouns are but little floppy disks – placeholders for the protagonists and daemons of Your imagination. I is unlikely to be me, I could be You. I might have been an army or a nation. You could be He, The could be Me. You could be I. I could be the cold war or the industrial revolution, or the evolution of the domestic cat.
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Hey~Oka (foolish wolves know secrets)
PoetryA first collection of versified vignettes, carvings and doodles, traced by a peculiar pilgrim. Each lettered abstraction flies in the face of human-ness, having haunted wooden seraphs and hobnobbed with spectral sprites. Here are words coming togeth...
