A short while ago my beard grew a face.
Intensity, the envy of any self-respecting visionary,
has finally tinged my eyes.
I now stand updated:
Copywriter, Singer, Songwriter,
Poet, Prophet, Lover, Teacher
All rumors have been confirmed,
all facts denied.
What is wanting now is
a cross and a handful of unwashed Phillistines
to tie up the lose ends.