Through these days,
I have seen the moon big then small, its light sullen then bright
I have seen waters gather then disperse into air
Seen the sun mild in rising, harsh at peak and then mild again in setting
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The clouds of shame breeze forth,
Striping garments from body,
Thieving yields from earth
Removing coverings’ from buildings…
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On his veranda,
Gentle breeze roams hither thither seeking his skin to caress
The mild sun piercing curtains his pale skin to kiss,
The rose garden bides be watered
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Oh God, who seen this girl on the street?
With no place to stay not even your house, your church
Except the street,
The girl no name but fame
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I saw death,
When across night, soul breezes off,
When thirst hungers my throat,
And the sullied streaming brooks my messiah
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Hatched in woods of Africa
The canary her life to live in thicket
In forest of breeze, swimming in winds, hovering valleys, hills beyond horizon
Perching on trees, eating ants and singing
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Garment dancing tune the breeze
Feet dabbling shallow water sands
Onwards, threads path unknown heeding unheard calls from oceans
Given journey, the pathway to insanity
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Descend atop soul sanity mask in madness
From above heaven whose eyes within see
Beyond shores existence laid me
Burying me in ere twain
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Come (Befall) hut of poorness in ides may
Soulless minions of evil made, wandering
In snail’s pace with urge impulse of rape veins
And reason seized of drunkenness
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