the day has arisen when the gift is to be brought,
and given not to the ghost of the tree where he lives,
but passionately I remove myself from the God, who
taught the Godly is a forlorn hope that the ghost is on the either side of life,
where she lives and loves a phenomenon called me,
The gift for her is a chance to feel the superior what is negated of love,
I feel the racist dominion of separation, I love thee, I love not,
you still remind of the gift to be given after seasons of separation.