Ancient Strokes

forgive me master

while you at your desk

took private your thoughts

i dared trespass...

approaching silent

i slipped your mind

in the rays of sun

i came from behind

the master

and I at his desk

...forgive me...

Ancient stokes do see

hands on the brush

playing cards of kanji

writing on my skin

in the After of Life

blood of my ken

saying Time...

comes twice

this is the wHere

ink knotted to ice

tHere...

I saw the cobbler

fixing his shoes

and a chef was shot

but he knew it was true

three men smoking

knew this too

then a baby cried

in the heart of dogfen

and grandmothers dyed

turning boys to men

walking....

into Dragon's den

bare feet in streets

sleeping curbside then

"... we're all in ..."

said the Master's pen...

"Hot hot!..... oh!"

it's the Master's plot!

know! from my neck

it was writ! to show!

show the scrit

of the deck! it's true!

shhh... he said then

"...the card dealt, is u..."