We have not anybody who looks after our well-being;
We own not anything that must be kept;
All we want is all we have, and we have Nothing:
Therefore what does that make of us?

You know not how it pains us so much to remain here –
for there is naught but Sadness.

In all times gone before and shall yet be seen:
We weep for ourselves. 
1997

the January of our Beginning.

a morning benediction
wherein duty lies trust
the entreaty from our elders
the Honor of The Code, "Our Honor is endless"
... the janus moon devotions are excerpted here.

 A Quarter Of A Century

face to face with a transient sense of existence and overwhelming humanity, 
a treatise on the life and times of a dispossessed young Easterner in the American Midwest  (text undergoing HEAVY editing | UPLOAD soon)