A Long Shine Poem by Alafe Ramat

My loss return, awaiting a long shine, my lease return, awaiting a long line, yet i trust my anger to guage a large mine, fuelling me so with yet a sore wine, my coast return, awaiting a length sine, my slate return , awaiting a high pine, i am rejected, neglected, in this time so fine, casting me off even though i laid a dine, my taughts return, awaiting a rage nine, my prawn return, awaiting a saline, i am running yet the spiral case without a spine, tending fiercely my screaming time, my height return, awaiting a vast shrine, my hood return, awaiting a light devine, i am growing lillies along the whistling vines, so watch me as i return as a man.