So you say; this is the first time?
So you reckon; this is not the last rhyme?
Have I seen you before, do I know you?
Are you still here, are you releasing the sudden fit of feeling blue?

I was once reckoned by the color of the rise, the sun,
I was once freckled by the honor of the mime, the innocent,
Traditionally folk’ing the tremendous after yesterday’s fractionated death,
They are old ones forgotten and yet begotten, silenced by a haunted gun,
I was once stopped and taken from; I held my breath,

Wakened by the tasteless soothing summer fragranced mint,
Flavorless left and taken to smitten silent death-
I was sudden groped, I stifled the rhythm, and I stroked another hope,
If only I had some kind of hint, like the tasteless mint
Taking hold of sudden death, if only I had not steepened my breath,

Wondrous delight, colors all in different shades and all so bright
Clenched one eye opened the other observing
Foreseen the present seeing and knowing the future and its might
Motion-slow-moving, I yonder the endless peaceful Yearning

So you say; this is the last rhyme?
So you reckon; this is not the first time?

Have I seen you before, do I know you?

Are you still here; are you belching the sudden fit of strewing?
Fullness shaped life, true pondering endless ghostly pirate brewing?

So you say; this is but only tomorrow’s yearning vast?

So you reckon; this is not the first rhyme?

Have I seen you before, do I know you?

Lest; be the first to reckon the last Godly shine,
The sudden fit, the stillness and calamity,
Veiling infinity, strolling endless brine,
Knowing the truthful due, it all shapes to wondrous vanity…