The chalk smooth concrete layered down with cold bitter rain, takes a vast long run. The dampened spirit crow sits atop of the wired Powerline. His quest to seek noteful blessings for the wise. The 7th sun gleams with power. The father moon hides his sorrow. My feelings gaze toward an energy of my chi, I push my fist out to the sky, why overcome his anger?, why seek his vengeance?, he has fastened me down with power. Power to see, power to look down upon. Not yet noticed by my side of bliss, but noticed by my side of the wise. Sift, you turned him to sift. For now he must overcome and shift.