Mustard Seeds, brown, black and white,
grow wildly when exposed to light.
In each word you read
is a very small seed.
So I sow with my left hand, and write.
TEST. Check. Test. Is this thing on?
Can you hear me? I think I’ve gone
completely, sweetly, out of my mind. Did
I say that right? I’ve just been blinded
by these bright shining lights. I see
you blankly staring back at me,
glaring at these words I'm writing,
when saying things like this, inciting
riots in the minds of those
who hear this message. I propose
you might be someone who’s suspected
that this gift of interjected,
perverse verse dispersion,
is a left to right conversion
table. Able minds will tell
whether or not this was done well.