Crossley Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Crossley, cross, rose, lose, yes!
As they begin to die;
But, i am now taken hostage with time! !
However, i am invisible to you today.

The butterfly effect!
But, i am Irvin with my friend Crossley;
And, i am invisible to you because,
I am now taken hostage with time.

Meeting that object!
Coming back to life;
Approaching that object! !
Crossing over the red river;
But, it was like a broken device.

On a point,
On what you are doing!
Less, loss, so, core, sore, ore;
And like a story teller! !
But, i have no book for you to read.