Corselet
2-28-18
One of my personal trainers has moved on
And I'm left with a numb thumb
Like the egravings of a signet
It's the first time
In one world and in one dream
No more sluggish or even dull
Life is sweet and we take it for granted
By clasp and brooch
And two stones upon your shoulders
Precept upon precept and line upon line
Here and there a little
We're on the same page
Glimmering futurity
You want it so start it again
Set with gemstones
My stomach groans
And again I am refined in letters to our Marsh
Forgive me for ligure and amathyst
In a hole of habergeon and a linen corslet
And gemlike lyrics of Keats
Shall we begin again!
On Mosiah 12:3
2-28-18
Expecting more good news
From my bible and the book of Mormon
Still breaking the word of wisdom
But perhaps it is breaking me
Our dust to wind
Our voices sing
and it goes on and on and on
Epochal
None of the devil's concern
For Anindi imprisoned
All I can do is joy in it
And today break out the books again
As to be as stalk
And walk up to the blackboard with broken chalk
Leaving our record behind us
As I search the horizon for mysteries and twists of fate
Leaving the past behind me
For the gold deep down inside
Where beasts devour flesh
Valued as a garment in a hot furnace
All shall know that He is Lord of all
On our island
On our way to solid ground....
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