there’s something about the way
curve through my nerve system...
unnerving in the
sense that i was born with
no rhythm... immediately seek the wisdom
of your words, your
example... configured for freedom,
though wandering with no aim –
controlled by word champions...
but you provide the saving grace, soothing
anguish with no weapon...
granting access to heaven – daily
conceived in your essence...
i wake from my slumber, and fill pages
with my blood...
raised from a hood, designed to construct
mass awakening... while
migratory animals try to destroy
my faith in them...
no hate for them, for in your words
i find only peace.. direct
evidence increase my spiritual knowledge of the