Delicate Fates, The Moon Breaks like Rivers on High Tide,
The promanade of aristocrates and fakes,
the cedars of the court room, the gester in the courtyard,
seeks the secret council men of the hive, my mind half past outerspace,
the face of diamonds, the ring of saturn, the marriage of princes that fall,
beyond.
My heart of spades, the birthright of Israel,
My thigh torn, Sighs escape, We speak that we have been,
touched by angels, the anvil of toons,
and I reside in a space outside of knowledge just short of wisdom,
and I seen harriet tubman, a handmaid in shrubs beside the manger,
with 3 wisemen, that hiked in, but none shall know,
who the child belongs to.