Days to come, of which are many
I have seen your lies, of which are many.
I have smelt your desserts,
temping on the sill,
and have seen your thighs,
tempting and soft.
and Americas heart was wept with the loss of your s0ns, of which are many.
and everyone I know, their heart weeps with the ever growing emptiness of their bag,
once full and now balled up and placed aside, and of which there are many.
I climbed the hills of small towns and found the left overs of past lives,
walked the streets of the cities and stepped over the left overs of past lives,
swam the waters of the East and had the dreams of the West,
of which there were many.