It doesn’t point blank/ solid as the state of union no agreement of obstacle/ no tell me/ was i blind not to see/ the speech that was presented too me/ Via portions of thinking of waves that lengthen out to nothing when you lay it out/ or acknowledge that i heard the silence of nature as it spoke to me clear as midnights peak/ to sheep unaware/ but dig the moments deeper then they can fear/ robot to to the glitch to itch the need of highway information/ classified by classification that blends break and create what you think/ the mosquito are out side/ says mother nature/as i listen to my drums of lost tongues/

.:MOST:.

-Kofi Okai