"Every one works in China" but the wind.
The wind, it does not work to the will of men.

In The Other Room

Aye "A Dansel "
doesth love descend our window
doesth it pour to the rafters of a content
of infintute designs of these britans
rapturing like worms for dansels.
And Nighted they makes day from excrement they earn.
Taxes for A John when his mistress does conceive amoure.
Endebtited?. Encrypted Debit. In the credited ards ass.

The winded currents make my economies.
Like dust to
our love.
Not a scent nor cents, senses pour from
my groaning nads ,est my vie.
Is what is .
The strivings in the other room
next room
next door
Stridened in debt more outside than out side the door.
In the next room next door

Time it doesth please the rich indulging whore,
Where is my amour, leader castle,
love, king, and sword.
Singer, artist, bookwritter, painter, plant grower and thine
alure.
Doesth the wind carry weight like gold the soil?
Doeth the egg make our food or the food the egg
Without the wind, the sun,
and the beings next room,
other room
next room
next door?

Northeast..it is,
is it
A Still distilled from there (the still)?
or doeth a mans charge write it?
Bearing where once the sun did not shine.

I look up to you oh sun ,son o sun of suns
When was a two the same as a one plus one?
In any order
One bears chaois
A doggod named ogd with a charge to fly speak walk or run.?
The other place of the world winds and amour

He doesth now battle with the wind and the cross of
happenstance
With no victor, that may no chance lay upon my doors
My veins they are dry one mourning
when I look
Had over flow a moment before.

Check and see who ringeth at the door
I tend the pasture for my love and
'night we will rest and last in feast.
But Oh I forgot .....
And tomorrow .... but oh I forgot
And next years morn.....

Marvin Eli Kirsh