Who is there in that home?
Who’s there in that mine mold?
Of a house which alone was mine.
Who’s there in the concrete gutters
Of a city i would to and fro?
Who’s there displacing my dust.
How your trexistence
In all the halls
Entrance only
Of heart all
Who’s there where the father was not
Mothers would hear
Sobbing of a sonnet
Deliriously remembered.
Who’s there in my vision
Of Love, Glory and Immersion?