About Poetry



I am orphaned, how I

need my Father near.

This body aches

from the sky draped

on it like a million men.

The waterfall from my

knees grovels endless.


The dollar stretches

permissions, unsecures

inhibitions but has no

model answer to

anquished questions.

Still under armor and

a sustainable savings

program, my heart is for study.



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