I put your words in locked suitcase,

a misplaced key
playing hide and seek with me,

it's not over at all,

just in case you underestimate
me with a undermine way,

mercy kidnapped
  held for sacrifice
at Bohemian Grove.

Old clever owl,
I found your weakness at last.

I am visible now
to the master

or rather

I AM AWARE of HIM.

His words crafting  
me in train stations,

write me a book
on the art of going astray,

and

coming back

prodigal son times 10

keys given
back by You.

Here I stand,

Autumn liquid
flowering my frosted eyes

The digested suitcase swimming
with Jim's suitcase,

after the story

burns us back to absolute redemption.