With Seawater From The Eyes

I am a poet who plays with bits and bytes

Wearing a crown of contentment at nights

Clad in a robe of new abstention

Wearing a ring of Solomon on my hand

I have freshly wiped the earth of all land

From the surface of my heart with the sleeve of devotion

I have swept away the dirt of desire on the field of my chest

With seawater from my own eyes

Only to find a new heap of clay in the morning

What else am I to do but spin the wheel

Or leave it alone

To create a new layer of dust...

Breezin’