Premonitions
Premonitions, phantoms, and psychics
the wanderings all have a vision omniscient
yet my beautifully crafted ink-painted dolls, they
had not a single eye for art
Even you can not transcend the worldly gaze
lingering around my Saturdays
with this permeating ebony smell
does it conceal how your fermenting feelings swell?
Bearer of the benevolent winds
would know the pain of straying beyond the homely harbor
that made every blow on me softened
every overzealous moment reflect in candor
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