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By Our Cipher
4-16-18

Praise ye the Lord
More than in want I claim to know
Buying all that I can afford if so it be as the canyon
To no more draw the curtain for reproduction of its vernacular
In a coarseness of my apparel
I come as I am humbles to be allocated
As to resume and for more rage room
No such instant gratification but unwilling to surrender
Still as to impart his Word come initiative sincere
Be it a true seed planted on good ground test cooperates
Is that one of four complexions like the elements
Going back to the tail to begin afresh
Pluck it up and cast it out
For this is what life is all about.....






Lodged With Me Useless
4-16-18

Of fruit we no longer desire
Though a crack in the wall
Over the land of Wawai, the lover
Good day, O brother springing up as to everlasting life
In that your ground is barren
In the day of provocation
No trouble until you catch your breath
And here comes brother Bill out of Egypt led by Moses
Stopping to smell the roses
A quick in and out
We hope for preeminence and finality in all carnality
Desiring the office of a high priest
O, dancing horse trained to tap out numbers
As to make propigation when I am long gone
Maturing in other soil still loving the Book for her texture
Of talk shining bright as spoken of Zenos
Every man a misdemeanor....






Beggarmaid
4-16-18

Soon to bathe us clean of worms and birds are happy
O, Mother's tongue assist me in good understanding
As kingly as priestly with thee convening
Anything to pull me through
All please us alike starlight without thee is sweet
Thee whose days to stay together almost in hopes to fall apart
In lovelace in the reflection of the water
I see my own face prithee why so pale
For sweet invocation
Quit and share the name of another game
A letter to Cacasta to the other side
Our message in a bottle
I'm the craziest man alive
O dear, so much prithee why so wan
For it's part of the plan
Prithee....





As Apart From (Without)
4-16-18

To arms and war I fly freely
As ripples continue at the edge of the lake
As to look into the blue hovering within my gates
How easy it is to assume for birds wanton
In the air he cried and wept
Lively and green
Happy trails and God bless
Loved I not honor more as to beseech and implore
Like noble towers I take you there again
And you investigate believing in a city of gold
To war and arms
I fix as to cry out, "O, vintage make due!"
Where we hold fast to the confidence
In the midst of the assembly today content with peace and good success
And not to overthink it to whisper at the gates and retrieve these plates
Bear with me a little folly!