Wednesday, December 4, 2013
I fortune, you master,
For the forces work and you consider
My blessings for the ultimate day.
A god has spoken to me on this day,
Giggling, toggling, boasting as the pie,
Forever in union, and joining the bonds.
My family speaks to me after holidays,
Going to frontiers and lodgings,
Various resorts impeding their ways,
Hissing like trucks and on them riding
A fair warning of the highest regard.
I see masters of the road, the reality
Must be exactly the beginning,
Going to the house of reality,
The husbands and wives are a rise
Of the sun.
My family happens to be full of the higher people,
Highest forces fend for themselves,
Animating the forces of explosions.