A Poem on Justice through Self-Realization That mid of night drowned me in waving thoughts and scars that left me itching to my notions Like stockings seducing prickly legs hoping for a scratching rub that dissolves what haunts them most Drifting and floating in a stream of Epsom salts, spring water, lavender and jasmine flowers revealed my faults My own raveling must have come from a fountain cemented with clay on a day where the winds left it dented I have searched with a
