emerging from the storm
I am the looser
In the battle
of mind in matter
Caught above
The palisade
Topping off to the right
After 3 have made
Completed sense
Whether I like it or not
Being a one over
Parceld parts
Beeping on the radar
As I cross commonality
Impacting yet subsumed
By bottom up whispers
I have to let be consumed
In my whole being approach
For in the act of being raised
To mine own, I
It has gotten past
To the eye.
W