Was your mummy’s tomb Despoiled? Was your sacred Burial plot robbed? We can all agree That mistakes were made. That’s why Pencils, erasers … You

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Was your mummy’s tomb Despoiled? Was your sacred Burial plot robbed? We can all agree That mistakes were made. That’s why Pencils, erasers … You
Vision has become Tessellated by a mesh, Overlapping lines. Was it always this Way? Hard to tell. Yes/no. Binary logic. It goes or it does
A soldier was I Once, decorated, proud, true, I used my visions To find prisoners, Ammunition depots, all Targets, protective, Not aggressive. But One day,
I did not mean toHit you. You cried for help. IOffer you secrets, Forbidden knowledge.Take your hands off me. I knowYour children sleep. See My
When was it that IWas cracked? Unsimple Simon.The time when I chased Spectral ZazumeeThrough plate glass window, bloodyBrow, needed stitching? Or when I refusedTo go
Brothers three were we. Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Singing harmonies. Simon I, doctors Said I crawled too much, there was Too much pressure on My brain.