there’s something about the way

your words

curve through my nerve system...

unnerving in the

sense that i was born with

no rhythm... immediately seek the wisdom

of your words, your

example... configured for freedom,

though wandering with no aim –

controlled by word champions...

but you provide the saving grace, soothing

anguish with no weapon...

granting access to heaven – daily

conceived in your essence...

i wake from my slumber, and fill pages

with my blood...

raised from a hood, designed to construct

mass awakening... while

migratory animals try to destroy

my faith in them...

no hate for them, for in your words

i find only peace.. direct

evidence increase my spiritual knowledge of the

beast...........