Scientifiction: II. A Swarm of Dedication
I'm haunted by the strains of human limitation
sending you letters like I'm daring you to, in relation to you going astray.
What seemed like a lifetime spent riding on the wingsof the backwards devils.
It was as if I had fled from a lion, only to meet a bear.
Cut off when I saw the unseen. Sending me to my home,
covered with dust and ashes.
Humiliation and insignificance.
Oh, the curious teeth of a bear; those fangs,
a continual lash and spur onto dedication.
I will not be moved or shaken. I will not be misled.
Messenger follows messenger