You don’t know my kind, in your world.
Fairly soon, the time will tell.

oh, You

Telling me the things you’re gonna do for me
Yeah, nah
I ain’t blind
and I don’t like what I think I see

***

No more need for hiding.

Originally before the blithe text proposal wandered into my afternoon like a stray fuckin’ torpedo, this post was going to be called Odin’s Church.

But afterwards

Nothing’s changed.

I’m declaring independence.

Six decades into the project I am, quite improbably but finally, a man.

Self-made no less.

The kind that stands up

and speaks sooth

and pays whatever the nasty going price is, for soothsaying, regardless.