What I Know I Don't Know!
What I Know I Don't Know!
My bestowal is in abeyance,
As of the malice of sapiens.
Fairly local souls
Strangling your sleep,
Night is fleeting
Down through the glee.
Sirens, whining far from the castle,
Still those dots rage and wage like little parades.
Inns still have that fortune and
All those oceans eyed barmaids.
Can you read those detached strings!
If not, feel it in your heart.
Pour it like the rain,
In the vanity of Christmas.
Three lights are lit,
Fourth envies haze;
Like the gloomy maze.
Fearing or tearing down the entropy.
Disorder or chaos
What can you call it?
Feel it!
Surreal breeze
Freeze
You, even or odd.
Jesus wasn't a God.