He Was A Small Man Baring His Cross

He could hear the birds, or not.

He could flail in this net

But he was caught.

And goddammit, these were problems.

Andy had no way to solve them.

So he cried out to the night.

You know this isn’t right!

Andy’s damn near outa fight!

But the universe wants more.

And Andy, that’s your chore.

You open wide the door.

To you’ve not been before.

You’ll cry in there.

You’ll die in there.

But out here, Andy… live!