Formally in the nakedness
In birth water tossed like debris
A bond between sky and sea
Gentle waves tumble me
Rain dews the dusk
Fuss sandwiches the peaceful day
Say this many ways
"Come what may"
Only put the blame where it would stay
I’m not fed up
Just practicing the style of the Crane
Do not judge the strange
You will only give it praise
"Something bout this I cant understand"
Open Hand, Observant
Them working for a fist full of dollars
Rage speaks with a smirk
A pound when departing
If you know, you are something
Do not fear having nothing
Assumption wears a mean pair of shades
Just counting the days as if I were a death row inmate
Acceptance is an open hand
Tsunami waves beat on the sand
To turn your castle into debris
Nothing to nakedness
Screaming babies
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