suggested at a hard wooden door // through a manifold clue!
who could’ve figured this out before,// i mean, who knew?
“well eye surely did”, said the Dvorak technique hurricane grid!
preparation became my outer and inner focus
declaration renamed the sigh of doubters: hocus pocus!
i knew as i mapped out the intention, not to mention: my soul (since birth) is paying pension!
but before i could even write anything down
it was ‘thought of’ around the (love corner) of my family’s tree…(with open wide company)
it’s not like one could make up
the fleeting responsibilities to take up
all the space that’s left in between
when the race is theft; at an introverted scene
they might not say: “i told you so!”
but will instead sway : “this was said tho!”
we can’t escape this knowledge when being sent through
like a button shaped U
sealed at the bottom foundational as a walking shoe
the needle sequences an embroidered lace view
Nola = New Orleans
a fitted childhood machine
expressing rugged corrections
at the expense of lonesome heart had lessons!
pencils confessing yet quickly erased
pen written right in place // embraced to keep pace
and while this convenience splits attitude
undermined by shortcuts, my eyes are filled with gratitude!
-K-N-E-W-K-N-O-W-L-A- cast around my neck, coming with renewed specs, a conquest furthermore designed, with a promised aligned next!