Some see a lake of fire at the end of it,
Or heaven’s guesswork, something always to be sketched in.
The homeless Russian woman on the bench in the subway greeted each of us
as Sir and asked for small favors.
My dad was olways chopping trees and by olways I mean one time he decided to cut down a tall evergreen in the back yard. It wasn’t that tall. I was 5, and I sat in a small wooden stool/chair in a spot where my dad said the tree wouldn’t fall. My mom was inside making sandwiches where I learned later in life my dad had probably told her to be.
The Octupus voice will suck you in.