Art Thou my seal of a Journeyed man (woman),

My survivalist trade;

Or Art Thou A surge of Hallow Egocentrism,

An Idolized Oblivion?

Could Thou just be an Icono-clast of emotional debt,

A Crustaceous breath of a blind navigator

My Hideout!

I love finding things I have written from a decade ago…or from long ago and I am happy to report that the debate is no longer ongoing. I am totally dependent on my Maker….I don’t make sense without Him.