One eye jacc

places between the panther 's prints of mysterious things

the rubbing of minds and toes

yet no friction to the skin....pitch black...a blindness to the bone

can cross the gates....a line of stinks inhale  

blocking....

obstructing ....the pleasant land ....

she shouts in voices

a cry for help

pluzzing you...

standing on beautiful flower beds ...a well kept garden .

knowing that the unknown is still God's plan.

the place is a mess

the kids running in the basement with gum stock to their mouths nothing left to eat

the gates are bars of woven thread all made by you

clap you hands ...Tanika diapers need to be changed...it cant be washed.

.. She....sings into the empty.butter jar

your Old thoughts in the Queen bee

Now you.....dying with cancer...dying with vest traps

..what a shot in the eye of deceit....when you cant smell the mess

You were once a Judge...so many you have sent away...

Now its your turn...