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.

The Untimely Death of a Narrativist