I'm what a jazz artist is, if words were an instrument.

In His words, King David.

Everything is everything

All intertwined and far more threaded into each other than we give credit to

Stories in their feelings become nuanced

I write so much, now I write in braille since nobody sees me. I'm the vision of the blind man's dreams, still.

GOD BLESS MWARI.

I'll finesse a bow tie on a blue collar, but maintain the liturgy in the fashion of Jesus' arrogance.