(Pulling the threads

which stand forever

as the streams that will rage...)



Three eyed senser, agent in all matter

brought to this world

with the hands you once called wind

dettached grandeur blatant forgiveness,

the cause for this distress

is the mere wrongness

be this, your presence.



My child don't do that again,

if else i'll take you where you belong.



Serial lists of movements

So tactfully obeyed.

With no words ledt to say

I lead to my private ocean.