The tube is blaring
Distractions keep coming.
Free your mind.
Who can see the great words ring away.
My friends
I am floating and being held aloft
by the very essence of my soul.
My flesh is punctured by scars
but I will not be devoured.
Evils can only come to roost
when I ask them to stay.
Give yourself a hearing
and see who is listening to you!
Saturn's Premier Poet 