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Gird Again
2-3-18

At Naphtali we turn it over to posts
Gird yourselves and be broken in pieces
Waiting for our velvet where the world will fall forever
And I'm up at half past three
Just to be me
In all I hear and see
And as well taste and smell
As to profess
O, armadillo find me where I'm hiding
O, shake the hand so we might go to the land of the nobles
As to fall and be broken and be snared and taken
We will not be shaken
In former times it will be glorious....




Seventy
2-3-18

Be wary of that machete Brother Steve
Where we have arrived and cannot leave
As it is nevertheless a fact inviting God into my life
But not to exact
O, do not say, "A conspiracy"
As Assyrian armies bring darkness
In the latter time we will make it glorious
For the primary application of signs and wonders
Where the thief still plunders all that we can grasp
And the poet purloins at the end of seventy years of captivity
Calling in the grasses
Be wary!





I'll Manage
2-3-18

Debating the account
Never hating the excessive amount
All for life at Plombfield
Lower your defense and raise your shields
And go trekking as to be resurrecting like dead water
By our own loving of tumultous noise
And four AM poise causing their arogancy to cease
As all men cry out O, peace!
As mandolin in its own simplicity
Nevertheless the gloom hangs on incisors and fangs
And we are for signs and wonders
O, firebrand build castles in the sand
And the multitude will understand.....