On a crisp Spring morning on a trail
at a point I was walking my bike...
For the beasts and men,
a transition will not work...
An amniotic fluid initiates
the moon to the thunderstorm...
Nestling in the arms of
blue sky, a young moon was asking...
This was a twisted ladder
for reduction of poverty...
This was not a witch
or witchcraft, striking...
Why do I give you the bliss?
of my poverty...
Not settled anytime
between a beast, an angel and the man...
Remarkably steadfast, the
mighty oak was standing up, as...
Staring into nothingness?
the body clicks...
No moon tonight
I had to find...
While ascending throne,
you cover up your tracks...