Awesomely looking like a stumper
even when I'm lackingly cornered
in a room meant for the quat-quarters,
as I'd become a squatter-squat er.
Loneliness in a derailed word
even when the word behaves sword,
and a swore holds a found'tion wall
in disguise of a man's word-world.
With no r'buff I smile to untrue
words that unfear my world in tune.
I'd unfeared the fear of the untrue
while I still squat as he spats like ' fool.
I'd seen the unseen with the eye of a being,
I'd known the unknown with the sense of a King,
I'd seen the fool's wisdom in a lighting dim,
I'd seen the untrue friend whose fear I've r'fuse with vim.
"words from the innocent mind"