Knocking on my own door wheelbarrow full of I can’t hear you conveyed to eternity silent sermon at the front door how to live all in darkness wrestling match with all what’s commonly referred to as light all the time under the sway of circumstances what cannot be disturbed by circumstances I am on my way going my way all alone time will tell you will say I told you so years later we recognized each other though each other no longer existed at all * Sermon at the front door an echo of forever wheelbarrow full of I can’t hear you has all been said before it doesn’t matter at all what’s the matter becoming a fugitive somewhere along the way when all is said and done all the all the all or nothing nothing at all is that all there is is all reduced to just everything is all of us the same as everyone how very disappointing