Three days was the morning. my focus three days old. my head it landed to the sound of cricket bows. I am a proud man anyways. covered now by three days..... Three ways was the morning. three lovers in three ways. we knew when she landed. three days she'd stay. I am a proud man anyways. covered now by three days.... we saw shadows of the morning light. shadows of the evening sun. till the shadows and the light were one. shadows of the morning light. shadow of the evening sun. till the shadows and light were one. True hunting's over no herds to follow. without game men prey on each other. the family weakens by the bites we swallow. True leaders gone of land and people. we choose no kin but adopted strangers. the family weakens by the lengths we travel. and all of with wings. all of us with wings. all of us with wings. all of us with wings. all of us with wings. all of us with wings. Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys. loves his Marys. bits of puzzle fitting each other. all now with wings. Oh my Marys. never wonder. night is shelter for nudity's shiver. all now with wings.