My Lonely Call

My call My ravine call I noise it, but couldn't go pass me though the thief pass me by Carting away the whiteness of my eyes My view of pride I used to be, the cedar tree, cornea of the eyes, mellow in the cluster of fruit floating in the deep blue sea stem around me like a cluster of flower on a branch feeding mouth to mouth just like the caring bird to the nestling not until my hidden was uncovered cedar tree, not by my lips lost its chlorophyll the cornea the lachrymal-glands My fir, clover for the cattle sinking in the other side of the sea tongue-in tongue-out As if the weasel cares never cares the mimic of the tortoise pronounce its handful of destruction Hum! Judas of this world, web of evil tenacity their beam is just like the morning star once the cloud open it goes subsiding for the next prey to devour