i felled yonder presumptuous satan
with but a single, regal, delicate smite
of my pure, absolute faith!
a tracing of my own subconscious & conscious insights into my own being, people & life. these could be through prose or poetry. &, despite my use of the word "stray", perhaps my jottings are nevertheless united by an underlying theme of what constitutes the mysterious method to the madness of existence & how the essential purpose of human birth & life might best be realized.
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