I, Watcher
10-1-13
By my hygrometer
I determine the Indian summer humidity
Like moisture savored by the watcher and the witness of it all
Being short and stout yet slender and tall
Where I relapse daily
For the cause of all endurance
In my walk that seems to be only the words written here
Reporting to my next class
According to all increments of progress
Made in studies...
Into Exile
10-1-13
Being a virgin once again to the group scene
From which I was exiled
By my own conscious choice
A virgin again to that sticky situation
Of melancholy mayhem
With its meaning of meandering
Being a highwayman like a pirate
In search for more
Where Jesus doth suffer children to come to Him
Face to face like a mother and her child
Being a virgin again to this confluence
Going into exile by my own free choice....
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