"The Seer"
Green eyes.
Blue skies.
A child cries.
Life dies.
Mother of pearl.
Father of swine.
Nothing gets me by like fine wine.
Give me a sign.
To pass by my door.
Lie on all fours.
On the bedroom’s hallway’s floor.
My feet dance in my seat.
Living is always short and sweet.
Never incomplete.
Too much heat down here?
I’m always near – have no fear.
Life is dear to a seer.
Sew, don’t go?
Oh, you’ll never know.
Billet 03/01/12
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