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Newfangled Format
10-12-17

Dull as the complexion
Entering a three hundred page expedition
With a newfangled format turban clouded and opaque
Confused, muddled and disturbed as to muddle through
The me that lives on in you
We cease from our works as He does from His
On the seventh day we put it to work anyway
As to think of a new beginning such as two from out of the corner
Like ink we let it run tonight
To find a better shell on the ocean floor
As to make peace and cease from war
Word of God quick and powerful
Piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit
I'm already gone
Let it run for joints and marrow
And the value of a sparrow
Learning how to wait in video madness
As to look from where I have come so far
Let us hold fast to our possession
As our religion....




Buck Begins Here
10-12-17

No creature in his sight not made manifest
Jesus, let us hold fast to what we have heard
Lest we let it slip
As the discerner of thoughts in all liniment of semiliquid sentiments
To Sally south only three miles today
Inspiring and consoling the journey
But not the destination
Where we can always return to something
As it's your duty to save it for someone
Glorifying not oneself to be made High Priest
In medicinal preparation to retrieve all sadness
For life on the Mississippi and travelogue
Looking for somewhere for the casual Oxford shoe of saddle and pack
And no returning to the back
Our male of deer
As to fail to steer
Indecorous of our vehicle
A spaceship awaits at the head of the stairs
Whereas to move you
And lives you'll love...