The medical staff attending me now while I am fighting a rather advanced cancer has remarked several times abut my apparent state of mind and sense of purpose and the impact that this would possibly have on my response to treatment. I think that I had, ironically,, commented on it in a time prior to diagnosis, in a piece that I had written on a largely hip-hop-oriented poetry site. The challenge was a short free style on the theme "All I Need Is One." All I need is that one great spill of words Whether lines of ink or one great oration An adamantine-tipped missile cast with power Cracking obdurate shells around minds Letting light into dungeons in which men dwell Distilling the wisdom of all the Holy Books From Torah to Gospels, Quran to Kitab-I-aqdas Sri Upanishads to Annalects of Confucius One great argument against the corruption of the world. I would not sit in learned uselessness and frustration Wondering likeDoctor Faust how the whole is hung together But in a grand sermon/lecture tie the cosmos together Making sense of the feelings calling the righteous to action Throwing a life line to imperiled lost souls Light a path to the end of the labirynth of this world Shattering the illusion of walls and distance between us In one great spill teaching the oneness of mankind Exhorting all to the task that our Creator enjoined on us. Days become my enemy as I search for these words Though the sands of time grate in my joints I press onward Wielding my pen to capture the words that enlighten My purpose is clear as I approach the end of my sojourn Though sinews atrophy, my mind races onward searching still When I face the judgment, I shall hold my lamp high Testifying that I never hid it Passing the flame to other lamps along the way My words shall be the works that testify to my faith. All I need is that one great spill of words All the treasure that I need in this world or the next.