Philosophical

all of the sun into my eyes... 
 
ALL OF YE RETURN YE 
TO THE EARTH YE 
RETURN YE WHENCE YE CAME YE 
WICKED WRETCHES YE 
YAHR 
 
and so we may unleash upon our wishes 
the hands you reach your nodes your influence 
so much of this is sodomy in silver dishes 
harboring nest eggs like thickets much means for speech 
to object to project the inverted subject 
atemporal tree you bare the fruit you tent 
in web of causality the acorn born to bend 
a tree to grow through continuum dimension 
your yield, your sharing largess, friend, suggestion 
time squeezed monetary the one that is owns 
and bloody omens upon those without alms for self-correction

Sun Tent