Amidst traipsing through the town I had such a clarity as to where my soul had been, as to where I had gone; Nu kyr'adyc, **** taab'echaaj'la. Who is it that's survived me? Amongst my menacings about this city, I was
human, briefly
but now you feast upon me
and I wonder, Am I not a machine? Are we not all proponents
of our own advocacies or do some of us have underlying cause only you can see; Intentionality?