Last scribbled note
To the man that brought me here
I swore on the boat
My gift he would soon hear

Each minute that passes
On this cool smoldering Earth
Makes sentence harassments
Heavy with futures girth

When to speak of clouds adrift
Lovers next underneath it all
God or whom-ever's indians gift
We are born in start to fall

Not in mind but living in time
Mountains ablaze with joy
Thoughts come some not of mine
****** I bend like a child's toy

Hope for human hindrances
Hand's hastily wash away
Quick cobble step romances
Hearts eye down cuffed' obey