Wise Fool

There is a folk I know quite too well, he does not refund when he owe, at least that's how well I can tell. Then came a day stars littered in the sky, he left the house again, To in the same sin ply. He's such a torn in the feeble flesh, and a cowries headed horn seeped in the quintessence. But on his way he met a flaw: a bus collided with him, and his consciousness took a walk. Ribs carved, bones twisted, joints squat, veins stooped, mitigating blood clutched lethargy, confetti of dispersing breath imbued. None to take him from the spot, since all neighbors were his sport, even death ain't interested in taking him from the spot, but if you're, you could go forth. 19:09:28:06:57