Sibilating Weaver
6-1-20
By gone shame in the lore of her agony
Liking you the best back in degrees of Budapest
Our fish as vices as my super jet it bleeds
Flickering and stampeding known in all that we be the blessing
Going around autumnal ever freed by yet warmth with hovering clouds
God have me not to dread the pen
As I position our polygon dedicating in sackcloth
In this, O man God made me as such
By the number trying you ever be alarming in wine
On a chilly note
Christen me O, Chole
Tossing cleft changes
I dare not enter in the hope of agony....
Architype (God Save Me)
6-1-20
Kicking wearied shrink skinned smiling
Whither I turn and as far as it tries far on the corner of George and Princess
All for whitefish and to get in onto our knowledge
Wake the serpent as the nickel lives for our transfiguration
For the time and your junction
Woe is me far fiery function
O, I delve
O, hold my umbrella
To soon hand down our cypress works
O, praise you in all things
And stir it up much canopy in war chips
God wake me on far horizons for my unbelief
As to maintain our archetypes and blessed are those perished
In the rain between us....
Up, Up And Away
6-1-20
Taking love where we find it
Looking for ones invigorating ways about choosing the situation
For the transfiguration in anchorages unwilling home in words
As so arrives joy on our own Mass Street agenda
As to know His will and get on with it
Alongside archangels in that we could
You and I up and at it again
Up. up and away
Coming on out to join the living
On Jesus Lane in milady
Indeed your support forms
As to servant is the greatest title
As to clean your own unspeakable words
In dew and in passing
Even if it's not happening today.....
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