on waking up one day
i realized that
difficulties and pain
teach me untold gain
how about you?
like sore muscles
and appendages after
a long day at work
to a fogged mind
seeming to fog up after
lying down on a musty bed
(and perhaps inhaling
contaminated dirt)
but as if white hat A.I.
reminds me
of a bookshop called Morisaki
the upside of algocracy
but Michael, the archangel,
changed the minds
or, say, the situation
of the department head,
and eventually that hazy
horizon
so I never questioned
the bad smells and petrichor
anymore
like how I already knew
that concrete is grey
even before
But it's as if we often
could still see
the sea of lies
(that it has always
kept me riveted and engaged
with a life so ravaged
by the times)
as if Christ remained
as the only One truthful
in so many ways
that we only just had failed
to truly comprehend
in our own morass