Lately, YouTube videos about early monasticism
and comic book movies.

We need a new Constitution.

It’s said that the original ascetics

wrestled with the divine, half-starving
in the desert. 

Marvel and DC also tell stories about

saviors. Funny enough, that hasn’t
changed for the most part. 

What makes anything anything?

This isn’t a poem

as much as it is a series
of status updates to the universe

I’m struggling with what exactly
the universe says back. But I’m listening.