Strange my lass oh how gentle,
for loud and clumsy could not escape me...

I pay prices constantly
not excluding dues to time...

I called them all by name,
to rapt attention living or not...

She's whispering inside my blinks,
strobe images of wanton'ness...of the 'ess...

All that matters is this moment
immortality is mine...

Many would come.
Some to spit, some to cry...

Blessed be their children
graced...

A day as a life,
or the life of a day...

As in dreams as always
so i have no easy borderline...

Little girl
scary kid...

I think of it often when walking
the responsibility that lies therein...

I have several problems
I could count and list them...