You call upon a child that seems to know the night
was not of a circumstance but of brilliant foresight
Seeing is not a sense that was needed
for this:::
I believe you are a sore for sight eyes,
That's what I want for the frontal lobatomy of the spatula that ran a straight line wind
into my pancake pan, and
ran inside a cascade of three plus two plus one
who is the son
of the realm of the:::
math--e--mat--ic--one?
Can't spin a web:::
but thought I would like to be a spider.