I thought of you As my muse And furious memories short lived in the delta of my minds Came cameoed
Casually I ask you To purge me with your luminous strides For I know There's a Sun In your eyes That I shall stripe naked To shelter my grief And to fuel my anxiety
Casually I saw the clay in your expensive bowel That baked stung muds of wisdom To shelter my determination To survive in the crevices of Lewd saints
Casually you mirror through time And the reflection became obvious That I shall survive Ostensibly in eulogy if your smile In the burrows of your bowels In the delta of your oil In the strides of your rays
But pretence woes me And I'm cajoled With it wondrous lust And I tamed it conscience It fingers calm calmly And I fear for this unripe age Without rage
POEM WRITTEN BY A DEAR FRIEND "EPHRAIM".