Superstition Poem by Louis Borgo

Unregin the rain darkness the circle hands to salt wick weather sound beat pound the heart of a vessel what hymns do it sing

listen to the weather a old man once said
listen to the weather a old man once said


night of the eye madness of a touch
hands for the bless heal for the blind

crush it title waves salt that bend words that descend language earthbound sea level cast off the storm awake no reckoning a noise


Dwarf a feather long live a king warn the warn of weather
heavens kings circle the earth
sounds it mimics


listen to the weather a old man once said
listen to the weather a old man one said

man of a man storm out last a storm wait count once blessing look like I made it out of storm now a days I am very superstition what tells do one with hales.