I Do Not Know If

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

Having Tried To Give Pattern To The Chaos Which Lives Within The Pattern Of Your Certainties, I Must Come Out, I Must Emerge.

...and Yet I Am What They Think I Am.

I Remember That I'm Invisible And Walk Softly So As Not Awake The Sleeping Ones. Sometimes It Is Best Not To Awaken Them; There Are Few Things In The World As Dangerous As Sleepwalkers.

America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognise Them And Let It So Remain. Our Fate Is To Become One, And Yet Many. This Is Not Prophecy, But Description.