And Another Wrote Before This Hour

When the words to mind
Were it might as well be
What the real belief sublime
Was of no impossibility
Yet that in verbal mental expression
The impossible seemed
As though there might never be
Who could marry me
And so
It might as well be
Who was near by and around already
Yet that it might as well have been
Was presupposed by me
Well before the time
We separated
After which the question
Was put into my mind
By those whom wanted of its answer
To supply their own finds
By which time
It might as well have been
One other man the bind
And another also manifested in time
Yet who it is really
Only by Allah the mind to find
For those whom sought from me
The information of who it might be
To regard to be
A soul mate of mine
Were seeking only
To blame me
For not being his wife
While all along at the time
Their question came into my mind
And the drew from me the answer
That it might as well be
Who was then nearby
The fact that I said was
Well if such a thing exists of course
As a soul mate
In reality
What madness to inform you all
Such that today my mind be
Quite decided that certainly
While whoever he might be
If existing in reality
That apart from the fact
Of compatibility required
That he might as well be
Who has been nearby to me
At the time
When the police had decided
To suppose of me
What it is they required
So as to find
That their dislike of me
Might become vilified
Without needing factually
My sanity to defy
That is indeed if we could find
That the police have real hate for
A prostitute’s type
So as long that is as he
The compatibility I require
Well as he is he might be
Whomever best connects with this
He who might even find
That my life he must buy
From another the type
By whose sanity I am alive
Both and more is all having failed to supply me
As yet with whatever it is which
Police are accusing
Of prostitution
While those who falsely
Decided to paint me
In a lack of real sanity
Based upon only
The fact of their failings
To ascertain when
Their question
Had entered my mind
That my mind then
Had been far forward of theirs
Attempting then to collect
Upon no providence left
For they were assuming the past was the future
So lost of their opportunity
To accept through me the teaching
Of what religious basis
Has the Australian Aborigine
In Allah with Jesus
And of Juda my lesson is
Yet animist but that
Their faces
Lost me
By untenable status
Of what might be whose place in time
That meanwhile
How many
Have asserted themselves in the status
Of want to be the soul mate
Of me in my story
Might best be understated
Yet related
To the fact of assertions
About whom falls to
Which aspect
Of what dreams and which
Words in mind
Will combine
For whom in time
Into some one or other of some sensible rhyme
For the money is mine
The deal be time
And the lie
Why police might never find
While yet in childhood’s fate be I
Thus every cent held fast by


My Rest Borrowed The First Line

When will they ever learn
That what they have done to define
Our way as not right
Is no more than that which defines
Their own wrong might
While our way sits tight
Within the skills learned
Of how to sustain ourselves in grace
With that which their want for us might
By Allah defied
His will to us define
In written word less than contrite


Find

“They’re gone are they”
The shaytan stated
To the girl whose quoth wrote
“You do doubt it”
Mate