Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist
I met a verse, beyond a system’s sun
Falling to my knees without a grip
Either accident or intuition had begun
To save me from my solitary trip
William Edgar joined me on my journey
Raised my glass to toast the day
Asking apodosis and Mnemosyne
To clear our paths and show the way.
Guilt edge sharper seldom
At swim that sweats complete
Swell golden rivers Kingdom
to shallow self respects defeat.
self knowledge provides thin armature
for threads to spin my inner nature.