Hope is My Name

A blue light blinks before me as I see a black cat passing before a car. It flies over the hood and then runs away. It was not magical, it was trauma that day. Hawks abound and I am lost and found. I must put a get away order on the Buddha strain. You are all about to go insane, very publically, internationally. I feel a boa with a stronger spine forming next to me in bed at night. Food has glory, but always a story. Make beauty where you see golden light, actually. I want no apology. I order you to resist for yourselves and stop blaming me for being THE MESSAGE. YOUR vanity is delusional and seeking in the lands of grandeur that you do not deserve and will never obtain. My name is HOPE, and that is all I have to say.