I ATE my years of life and wept in graves and brought bones back to life.
How you sing and consider me a young apprentice.
Hook and finger — how we came here seeking knowledge: what they cannot teach
in college //so turning brass hearts into gold.
wE caught between tongue and folly.
Attached within heart and sharing fingers.
I hearled singing how i seek destiny you sold
how your eyes are shiny and ancient old.
yOUR SErvants are y0ur Master:
In intuition i will extend my hands as my whole
heart explodes with praise.
My heart is a tower of seeing past transgressions
and i am not afraid even if an army rises to attack
— to live is to sing and never wonder/
my life so close to him \ that takes pleasure
in my every prayer for that gold band around
:: 11.18.2021 ::