Returning with joy to these familiar tracks,
The foliage tumbling over citrus graffiti,
The ceaseless scaffolding in a perilous ascent,
To my dear brothers who I know.

What spices work with beans?
So many questions for cuisines,
I couldn't tell you where I lean,
So the Dr told me 'Don't be keen.'
'Just grab the ham and fried eggs green!'
But this I say I've never seen,
I wipe my brow and turn to glean,
Why am I the one befuddled mean?
*You* were meant to be Eugene'd,
\- Eugene DeGooseman

Chaining stars,
Seem to string together in succession,
Forming a deep formation spanning the firmament,
They line the recesses of the local cosmic clusters like valiant halls,
And burn in concentrated power,
King's over domains bestowed,
Beyond them the invisible one presides,
Appreciating the beauty of his work still,
Let us join Him.