Help a poet to sing a
song that rings true,
and blue.

Why are the people whole –
Why am I cold –
The heat warms our bodies.

I don’t fit the nations’
Code of Politics; I race
the time in measures and
quarter time.

Reeling on to a new road
of lost spirits, a cold
benefactors retort.

Morning to us all of a
perfect peace in whole
Love.