1 John 3:1-2

Why don’t people recognize us?

Why don’t they see with true eyes?

Why, we as sons, drink their spite and

Why, daughters, listen to lies?


The world and its spies doesn’t know us

The world, all its hype, doesn’t see

The world, in it’s cr…., never welcomes

As long as they slander our King.


But we are the sons, we’re the daughters

E’en we, eyes in shroud, cannot see

What we will become, not the fodder,

When all is revealed, bridged the sea.


Know that upon his returning

We will be whom we’re destined to be

We will see who he is, ever turning

His children, from Abe “into me.”

Author: Lancelot Schaubert

Lancelot Schaubert has sold his written work to markets like The New Haven Review, McSweeney’s, The Poet’s Market, Writer’s Digest (magazine and books), Poker Pro, Encounter, The Misty Review, Carnival, Brink, and many other similar markets. He reinvented the photonovel through Cold Brewed and was commissioned by the Missouri Tourism Board to create a second photonovel — The Joplin Undercurrent — that both fictionalizes and enchants the history and culture of Joplin, Missouri. His work terraforms new worlds, tears the veil between the natural and supernatural, and jests with the paradoxes of classical metaphysics. When he’s not writing (or tinkering with cinema-ish narrative), he’s dabbling in dozens of different books, listening to people tell their life stories, camping, fishing, exploring unfamiliar territory (there’s a lot in New York), tinkering with new languages (Spanish, currently), exploring random disciplines like chemical engineering, as well as messing around with improv comedy (at UCB) and leisure de main and music. PLEASE SEND SOUP — he loves soup. Yes, even if it’s summer. Find him in Brooklyn, New York with his wife, Tara, and their attack spaniel, Echo.

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