Do you know me, M’Aster
I know you think you do
You know the slave who
Still appeals to you

But do you know, M’Aster
Like you think you do
Do you know me, M’Aster
Like I know you

Did you find me
Or did I find you
Will you devour me
Or will I you

Did you meet me
In St. Louis
Did I greet you
In Spain

Are we dancing
In synchronicity
Or dying in vain

Will you help me
Help me show them
A way

Help me
Love them
All ways

Of hope, M’Aster
Do you care
As the myth does
Still remain to dare

Your love lost
A single rose lasts
In sweet longing
On my tongue
On my land

Spirits begging
Logos losing even as
Hearts not musing
Your dance
No longer

Author: KenshoHomestead

Creatively working toward self-sufficiency on the land.

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