Stemming
3-4-17
Searching for the moments where you could not resist
My fragile frame enabling one to behold my darkness
Added to new light
Tomorrow morning after a storm shall print worse tomes
War and Peace, Tolstoy
Pleasing just to feel it
The emotion stems from the thought
Two more hours and I'll be on board
Mocker to the One that loved so
Nearly buried beneath the surface
Back into Eldorado for Annie
Idealistic and out of this world uncanny
Put on another long record and presume to press onward
Gathering up all choir novices to sing out....
Clocks Tick
3-4-17
O'er his heart a shallow silence in the studio
But for a moment of listening up for the smaller sounds
Of clocks ticking
For the twenty-four in white robes
And thirty ear lobes
Of mirror balls and strobes
By Your will they exist and were created
And it is nothing to be hated
O, Man among men
Take up tablet and pen
Christian and Cistercian
All will find the way back to it
When we do it....
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