we know
he wrote it
do you really
think He meant
something
other
than
what
He said
why would you question me
has my intentions not blew
why would you circle me with your greed
or is your
lack
of
support
that tightens the cord
from the mind we do not draw
what they call art
they have never saw
your eyes shall open wider
what fire is is that has yet been know
to teach me from nothing
what more of your nothingness
shall we apply more to me
that my edges be drawn to the side
that my refuge never be strength
from Wyatt pheasant flown
have your letters not fallen
what have you minus the shallows
that you would hide in caves from me
what have I taken from you
that your mind be as waste
you to pleas me look
here I stand
the mere
flesh
of
an
man
burn me here
consume me in this fire
that my lines only
drop
for you
only rise to you
that my thoughts
of
the
only
love
I
have
ever known
from my depths
it is you I cling to
it is you I long for
this insanity
belongs
to me
one
way
it will be seamed sane
?
...
..
.
that your toes
may itch
after
...
..
.