Better part of me: pt.5.

A story filled with intrigues from the common days of life.

It’s not that speak different languages, I think it’s we speak different truths and how many truths can there be and how many are lies? Lover’s Babel… how does one reach you; more to the point how does one reach Heaven, secret lovely lies.

A self-reflective poem.

A poem.

Describing her in heavenly, churchy themes, and natural highlights, contrastingly, only wanting her to walk by Swan River.

The likenesses between the story of the Tower of Babel from the bible and the history of how the United States came to be.