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Whit-Monday Again
2-20-17

On Whit-Monday trips
All leading to the same place
Paying tramfare as one to understand it
On another level in rebuking the devil
In a straight betwixt
All is God's or mine all mine
Bringing attention to myself
Or give all glory to God
As nature has her eleven meanings
For mountains, trees and animals and rivers
And the sinner Christ delivers
Ascending as before
Our kind and sort
As to beg and implore us
To change our evil ways
Like a pie and her sweet slither
Vice ridden by all that is natural
By animal instinct
We still want it
But we already have it made....




Innately (Salt It)
2-20-17

O, remnant of reason to call them up
And the moon fades away
For inlet, isthmus at bay keeping it in check
Am I here?
Are you right?
I look up and behold the same messenger
A cloud that won't rain
For a more complete account
Consult it and lightly salt it
For ones temperament and disposition
The soldier is touched
Plat four more CD's
And you'll soon be on board innately
We make our way on the east edge of town
At a mark and acting as the bull's eye
O, why!
But by nature...