"Mother Of Souls"
Soul of suns' shine in rhyme.
Father of an earth.
Mother grabbing giver of birth.
Stars of a mourning moon on the bright afternoon I saw.
After midnight men defined their law.
Up against a wall.
Thought it was Weed's cop down my hall.
Just waiting for time pieces to fall on my wall.
Listening in on a residential call.
On my wireless computer heard by all.
Just before space ends to start small.
Trillions of days in the mall.
After the last fall there was a baby's crawl.
Love tall Texas you all.
By Jonathan Billet
09.25.2014
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