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Pupils Of Divine Providence
5-15-18

Up and at it again at quarter till eight
Not too soon
Not too late
As to illuminate the stifling for our country gentlemen
Holding doors for our fixative solution preparing for an onslaught
In our futile struggle against struggle itself
According to the will of the Father
Leaning upon a silver-handled cane later on today expecting rain
Shaving my figurative pastor beard
As many as would fall from grace
Let the church take heed and pray always
Coming forth with contrite spirit and broken heart
Telling the tale of ones own sin for the last sacred sacrament
And a thank you speech to conceal words spoken out of turn
And the worst is over for luminous pupils of divine providence.....





Our Primitive Austerity
5-15-18

As to circumvent all legal procedures
And to condone their tradition
As nothing out of the ordinary
Studying oneself as today anything goes
The plan is that there is no plan
Only faith by condolence and veneration
I bring these words into the world precise and rapid into primitive austerity
Today I let it fly for the crystals in our hearts with a consciousness  of their own visiting
Olivella take me as I am in callings within in spite of age and growing in gray hairs
In hopeless cases and our siesta on the terrace of social innovations
Time to walk over and bask in the sunlight.....