OVERMAN

The poet is in the tree's, he can see

beyond autumn leaves.  Man can't

see beyond man but he can see in

to the blue and white shadow, he

can see the raindrops of light.  His

in-sight has seen beyond his own

delight, he can see beyond me be

yond you, he will be back in spring.

Now, his features must fall.  I  will

have to record this in paint before

I lose it all.  The man in the leaves

has been true to me for words to be

true to you, remember-you got to

give to get.