To Neighboring Cultures
12-1-17
Keeping me warm through the winter this music
What do you see likewise portrayed to shine my light upon your life
Like a kingdom in a minuter sketch to but fetch
As time and space we watch for our judge called Brickem Rig
Can you but dig
Eau da vie twelve and sixpence
Paying off our hussars
In our northwest frontier
Keeping to flocks for this discovery
Knowing heaven in the here and now
In our grazing land likewise portrayed
To understand even in crafty heroins in sacred groves
Carry on with our Tuatha ancestral
In the Sudan to twenty-first lancers....
Lceni Queen
12-1-17
As a Cape-to-Caire railway in flight
First plane to San Francisco just leaving town
Resisting seventy strangers off to a good start
For the gods living far from human reach in the everyday world of wonder
For warriors of the visible and elemental spirits perhaps for this reason
We die to ourselves to be born unto new glory
Interpreted by the otherworld in what is invisible
Making quite an impression on the present tense in Boudicca
Still trying to make sense in stature tall and slender in our attachment of yeomanry ingenuity
Praise God, she is here...
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