the ego, beautiful, but naked
is hurt by peering into the future
things dreamed of in the warmth
are thought of in the still and cold
but love and high regards oversee this process
and next, lady wisdom relaxes.
Though the Pharaohs heart is hardened
against my slap dash song
I dare hope for dignity
at least alone
the crown of the future is the curse of the present
bullys will always knock off my lovely hat,
thereby reducing me to hideousness.