“… fyucha …”

When a person sees 

More

Of

A fyucha strange and

Windrous ahead

Of them which

Overwhelms and

Superseeds 

The past 

That like baggage

Airlined into

Strange and unfa-

Miliar terry-

Torry 

Does make sorry 

More than 

Joy, then

That fyucha enthrals 

And calls them

Back to

The love of self and 

Present

And effervescent.

And when a nation

States the same and

Sees the same

And feels not just thinks

The same, then

From childhood’s depths

We drink and swim

A life everlass-

And-

Lad-

Singly and

Doubly and

Togethered and

Brethren-

Nod-

Ed in human-

It-

Y and 

Therefore a fyucha we

Shall

All have:

One,

Two and ten.

And then come to me

And love me

And sez me if you can

And sex me if you wish,

But only if you

Wish

Out of true respect;

Not tried but

Quartered like birthday 

Cake of luscious

Chocs and

Chicks away as

We all 

One day take flight, 

As one, two, 

Tree and

Be …

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