A tanka written by Lee Sonogan
If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It’s a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you – the Mystery. The one that can never be solved. – Tom Robbins
Insolvent juice palisade.
Alpine enchanter’s nightshade,
See what estrange sticks faecal.
Guilt is cancer. Guilt will confine you, torture you, destroy you as an artist. It’s a black wall. It’s a thief. – Dave Grohl