MASTER PIECE I sleep then wake
As infant and as grey
Even as it’s dark
And evil see us all
The crabs and the Cray
In the belly of creeks
Then shark sees us all
Seeing through this dark ocean
With gongs of death
I touched the Planet
Holding but its magical stars
And saw how it sparkles off then on
So what is bird for me to fly?
What is pain for me to cry?
The stones have ears to talk at your absence,
Then when you creep, you creep at his presence
So who is then wise? My father or my mother?
These architectural pieces-the hand work of the master | 