Hawk Eye

Soaring above me, I see the infinity that you send to me. So many hawks, it makes the doves cry. Who is calling? I would say that it is Sheriff in cars with dog, and Sikhs in the sky. Be pertinent and I will call you mighty. I bring the energies close, as my system is completely spent. Come to me, hawk, and I will call out fox to sit and howl for wolf. It is better to see all reality than nothing at all. It is time for the spinning of the wheel. Maybe a psychic sorority is rising in The East, and gypsies come to see. Maybe I am the only DAUGHTER, but you are the only mavens of Wes Craven. The North calls home its many sisters to take on The Blair Witch and all of her projects. I wear the ring of destiny and the ring of my Line Deputy, and together we will fly to the sky above the sky and ground the rest in the ashen soil. Today there is toil, but I am proceeding with caution. Come with me, and we will see the carcus and we will fly away.