“Life Through a Little Hole”
There we sat with a steeple ahead
Candlelight interfered with my peripheral
‘Dim my light’ it seemed was preached
As worms festered our head
Rhetorical speeches I think i forgot
Here one lay, dormant without a plot
“Oh! He can see we are not monkeys…
Give him a balloon”
Late last night that sky pilot laid with my mother
How can we get wisdom from each other?
SITISA
