I, Befouled (Studio)

(Pulling the threads
Which stand forever
As the streams that will rage…)
Three eyed senser, agent in all matter
Brought to this world
With the hands you once called wind
Dettached grandeur blatant forgiveness
The cause for this distress
Is the mere wrongness
Be this, your presence
My child don’t do that again
If else i’ll take you where you belong
Serial lists of movements
So tactfully obeyed
With no words ledt to say
I lead to my private ocean