A New Poem For You

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

God's Miserable Teeth

Your first thought when learning that you alone are to be my soul audience might be to think something along the lines of: "What!?,." You, like most people today, may have a very hard time seeing your life as anything but insignificant, you, like most people today may even relish in your particular insignificance, and refuse to believe that what you think, feel, and do effects in a very real way, quite literally, every living, and non living thing that knows existence. But, it is indeed true, not only this page, but this whole world was meant for your eyes alone.