As I write in water and
The birds fly,
I try not to see in the upside-down.
Change is for your wealth
The stress has trickled down.

Knowledge of a fort night
I can only wish in a night,
And the forgiveness of a flower
Is a blessing from our mothers

Seeing through a barrel,
My eye becomes lodged in,
Seeing from the inside,
Forcing the view of thought;
Necessary for a diplomatic plot.

Letters from my head in the realm
Of the half dead
Leave me pondering for an hour
After a quick morning shower-
After I've seen the unseen and
Act with cowardous power.