You shrug and say that times are hard

As we sit in the park

Then your thoughts they went somewhere dark

And as your shades they block the light

Your hands they sweat with fright

And you are high as a kite

From young and self-righteous

To this aching incontinence

My past lives are often kept

Preserved in the postcards

I love all my children

And though they’re not born yet

I write to and for them

In these words that I’ve spoken

Lost on the Red Mile

I called from the embassy

But borders were closed that day

They said it was locust

In the shape of a hurricane

When I look at fossils

I feel so accomplished

Watch how ill join them

Will you be my apostle

Recount my experience

And all that was in between

From Veda to Science

Augustine - Mujahideen

The facts are a matter

Of fiction on platters

Served to reduce strife

In this pulsating crack of life








































Written By Zach Choy and Emma Acs