Ukranian Tulip
not a Trident
and let the ghost
haunt you
before there's
(a) before me..
        
rabbit knows and
hiding knows

let there be a god
that thinks
and let i
echo knowing
thinking
parallel to it
and it not it...

of the gods
i met so far
only one
resonated
in the freedom
of replicating I
it wasn't Christ of YHWH...
oddly enough:

there was my o3n perspective
of the wind:
universally binding to
bid:

     O wind sow me words
and no travesty of the common
spoke-tongue.