people came from all lover
to consult me about love
their relationship stories
I swallowed eagerly, like a poet
I made no choice
I decided nothing
my days were liquid sky
unaccountable water of drunk stars
I was the last muted syllable
of sunsets, and proud as words
words that decided nothing
words that dreampt of nevertheless-es
the food people demand for the journey
is simple, a little recognition
for their skinny-ribbed suffering
people came from all over
to read me like an oracle
their eyes pried on my soul
my spirit a spy of the world.
Wuji Seshat 
Very good piece of work, Wuji! I am definitely a fan!!
Thanks Dream