A Letter To Barack Hussein Obama

I saw you live on the Facebook portal today. How we are not is the intention as we see An Adam’s apple in gracious mode in graceful absence of becoming. We let you be, and it is still. An ocean surge within every mode of “I second you” As the clock dials with three slender hands with the ticking band width of an enormous resonance A speaker, and a speech and a witnessing door in gathering morn, in gathering chorus, along the seashore. It was the IOWA victory speech, and I still ponder, Should they initial IA, as we bless that God will know, I still find a silent line, as these three hands are calm,calmer with the L for any fallible kind. None.