As the morning rises of the easterner lands
I vow to melt in you
Your mighty pen feistier than the sword
I behold
Such wonderers moaners
Such black soul splinted and spilled on
A single Page

I photograph you.
Spirit of that lantern adobe
A feisty rock against a genius tsunami
Shaving those storms with a stroke of freightless
Venture

You are a creation
Beyond me

Beyond my narrow, limited, stroked of thought,
Diminished,
Mind

Spreaded wings of clear effulgent
Hold thy, and shalt I be
Endured by your
Heed