Special Guest

Spear my articulatory
tactile ears auditory,
jail hate
and cage fake.

Spear my err
I'm just a wayfarer
looking for me, myself.
Day and night in the bookshelf.

Tabula Raza
I found more empty slates.
That life is married to fate
All eyes are on Aza

Thou bribed honeymoon
change not the noon,
Befriending sun and rain
birthmark daily gain.

Toil buried in the evening,
burdens laid to rest.
Body wakes in the morning
embrace grace, as special guest

The end must obey the means.
As heaven and earth lives
Seed and harvest times
will never cease.