I Did Build A Temple
1-18-18
Cursed be those that mix their seed
And blessed be us to divide the Word of truth
O, ugly brute
O, hoodie and another goody
Where we all were misbehaving
Crazy what you could have been
If I would have accepted the proposition
And on the morrow we depart
Even by a similar blessing
In what it's doing to me
In this one thing needful
In many taking your example
To leave me to love it
And to admit I'm not above it
Another lesson I hanker to learn of
O, can this be love?
Of facts to root out
All else we eat and perceive
As to greet MacBain and ease the pain...
Cellarage
1-18-18
Belly for the meat
It's my treat in hard times
Down on East Market Street
In commodious cellarage
Even when I don't know what that means
Here we are stepping out to observe my star
Tell me how much sugar, tell me when
Thinking of the catacombs for the emphasis
To but assist and an explanation to resist
They shall be as a scourge
Unto our seeds to sow in seven seas
God knows I want to be there again
Where everyone ate and slept well last night
Unseen and unread and studied of all of its impurities
As I break it all down again
Thanks also to God who makes it so....
Commence All
1-18-18
Commencing exhortations and prophesies
Another party has just begun
Dry and dictatorial
Moist and mercurial
Remembering not former times of being there
In the joy of Spirit as redeemed by the idea in a new realm of thought
Soon I can get on with it as yourself you may teach
As bristled on the skirts to what purpose are your offerings
Come Sunday in terebinths and the illusion as to eat the good of the land
For the brotherhood and to understand
Which we have chosen
Following after rewards but still counted unworthy
In a garden where there is much water
Thrice in my experience
Undefiable....
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