ATUPA -LANTERN-
Stubborn, deaf, or just glee
Being who swings lip across nose
Asking who stinks
Knowing less he does.
That reminds me
Of relic modern lantern
Back where - I walk
My way to Damascus -
Lighting in and ahead
But blind towards
Tiny creature beneath
Hated Pharisaical Ninnyhammer across
‘You live beside mistake’ His words
Knowing less he does
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