The sage spirits of my ancestors fly overhead
telling that the high lands to the north and south...

Solitude engraves
.....her judged name...

I know I can stand
against the pitch-black eye of evil...

I wake up to a perfectly delightful essence...
It's not just another rainy day in New York City...

I never carry tote bags and cherries
strutting the streets like frisked apple berries...

Loneliness penetrates silence
as I am paralyzed...

I have heard that the soul you eternally bind with
is also your very best friend...

For eons I have escorted my stealthy gentlemen
and accompanied his courteous dancing partner...

I contemplate as I stare
at the vigilant eye of an angel...

..................................Believe
..............................Together we...

Don't worry little one
Mama hasn't forgotten about you...

Ghostly white claws
....bite...