Too thee helm he walked
dressed to the nine on a commencement high
life begins.
Spring rang through
heads held close
flashes brings the cheese
closer to immortality.
Swinging thee high sun
chased the Earth
too slow.
Zendejas
freshest meat dishes
no clean dishes.
Step to her would be unwise
no blinking all eyes
sporting Emerald green, Gemini
take that chance, butterflies.
Saint's Muse 