© Relative 2 None

A Letter Against the soul

Your Ego pours Envy Cement on my coal
It's why the City Concrete glitters
I Search the edge of the Earth for a Prescription to the Galaxy
to Fix its Retardation of Stardom
Speech is Knowledge
So beer my Tongue if my Speech is Wiser
Than the Ave-Rage of the Riots on Utica in Crownhieghts

A blister in the Lip of Freedom of Speech
Salted by democracy's Alcoholics

It's the Paul barer of Birth
If I deliver what I keep in the back of my Mind
to your Forehead
Could your Brainwaves handle the message that couldn't be bottled-in or Recycled-out

It's DNA forgeting its Root
A Child is born Relative to None - yet non-Religious
Indigenous to the Calm of the Ocean Floor

Whispers in the Soil from a Silent Root that Breeds a Bark

the Wind Dances against the soul of a Dream of A Sudanese Child

So Scared pain can not transfer tears to the side lid of the Eye
of Broken Vision

So naked to the Eye they became See-men
with Portraits that face the course of Age

You Speak as if I were your First Word
A thirst is Heard by the Wolf - deaf to the Shep
I am a Child Birth
The Distance between the first Second created by Man
and the last Hour of the Messiahs Time
So Watch the Wrist I take to Predict Time

Relative 2 None

R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2007