A lazy salt forming a cascade on I cheeks
A taste of times forged in a mirror of a clowns smile
A million twinkles breathing upon a dusty gray mind
Memoirs of the lime green kin basking at shores of grape red skies
The fortune of yoke-less eggs hatching the chic with but three legs
Clothed in dripping sweet beauty clouds swaying by her
She recycles scripture with a mind too clay for faith
Is it I place to deem tameness to the zygote thought?
Lazy salts watering I eyes
The crusade against ape minds forming on the tongue of I heart
I but dreamed it would be the thirty- first proverb coined by the psalmist
The plague, devoid of character, the queen becometh King
A thousand heads on a platter, she is but equal man
Pure silky diamond gown tailored in the blood of civilization
I retire to dawn yet dusk has her wings flattering I sight
Was it not thee that rubbed faces with I
Perhaps ebony's toothless smile awakens the slumber eating at dawn
I salt the salts of centuries,
I salt till I wake,
For having eyes means not you see
Seeing means not you know.
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