Judges Cry To

Wisdom is the law having two Mistresses Blindly seeking both. I cannot keep one in truth, hearing both lie. My eye on the morrow's words hands tied in rule, since time never changed. Before me, some times I punish the one as beside us one could have been yet knowing change blows the wind..fiercely. I walk the shore line of a morning, to know wisdom is as the sand, unwashed always clean. The rock I sit on holds my face, deluded was he who painted your father, on the ceiling, never looking up, all stand on thier backs..in awe.......crying.....the star stopped, buoyed in your bayou, teaching pie. Humble though he was his gravity motions me down inside you to lite a path you know is strait.. As you flip me over, you put me to rest, in a steaming pot, judged...by crawdaddy's graduates in claw..........