Blew

a whisper of truth, a breeze of which blew.
one breathes what is true, what’s spoken can though fool.
whose heart is foolproof, prove the fool true.
blown to speak as pure, as if winds blew.

feelings are as fleet as they are pure,
fleeting is as capricious as life lives through,
through life as it lives it’s own, it’s own is your,
one goes how they come into,

blown into this world, a life is whispered to.
to the world of which is, it is it’s own fool.
a fool to believe we are either I or you.
you am I and we are what’s whispered to.

speak to the heart as if what listen’s knows truth.
truth isn’t without what’s known, when what’s known is of all who.
who is any one if we all are what’s who.
what is who we are, blewn upon single fools.

Savvinardo Savinci

KARLTON M.KINCAID
DOC #657181