This, these, that, those – with all faction surety, Yet with no divine or faith foundational purity. Would I then call that certainty? For I drink of the cup that promises with no pillar faculty. Oh! I

THE RUBBER RUBS THE ROBBER (A Deep and Detailed Poem) In alleys dark where silence hums, Where moonlight barely dares to come, A robber stalks with shadow’s grace, No mercy etched upon his face. His hands