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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