They say the personal is political Thus I am the body politic — Ridiculed, used, and ultimately a corpse. All empires fall. Including my own.

When I do fall, my friends, please take my body down to the river, so I may let life stream past without weight on the world.

They say the wind brings change I'm cynical because it seems like there is but more of this foul air.

My wife can hardly breathe.

They say there is a man born today who may live forever. I say what kind of life is that?

I will love. I will live. I will strive and I will thrive. And then die. A pretty husk.

They truly say nothing and imply everything. A monster, a fantasy, an epidemic, a danger.

But while they try to strip mine our spirits, I will still be watching halogen sunsets.