Pouring together
one has to contend
with all questions
of the moon
by cattle
speckled stars.

in contention
is everything
you've said and done
though, Luckily
sin doesn't carry
from previous lives
or Mother Theresa
would become emperor
and we'd all
be Catholic?

"With all questions,
do we enslave ourselves.
Only by finding answers
do we free up
possible pragmatism."
-Victor C. Vosen

The moon
watches
the lonely
lady cough
in the dark

by cattle
as a cowboy
wears thin
his batteries
spinning yarns
round the campfire

Stars speckle
every thing
from previous lives
freeing up
round the campfire