The poems and the illness
No way to separate

Mother Teresa spoke the truth
The little way the great

Slept again all day
So tired! Ah! the sadness

Sarah at the bank
Her gentleness is gladness

Thankful for my father
Despite the sometimes struggle

I do not fear Antifa
Sorry there, Ray Tuggle

I want to do some good thing
I want to deep discover

Astrobiological water
The alien. The Other.