Chronicler
8-8-20
All the way to our bay of pigs
And oceans of the omnipotent
You didn't have to go all for Hunters' swimming
All in our hammer's courses
To but a yeast of yours
In for ominous time with power
Edging to go to realize its higher positions for millennia
From the wrong to disentangle in arms remarkable for the ways of the pilgrim
In such a resting starring Henry
For the artistry of the elegant
For the why and when that whose of the fast
Not so fast
Let's make it last and now she knows
But for what?
On My Other Side Of Jordan
8-15-20
Lucky eight where no one castes
All for the thunder crab
As to have made a shield
As Mommy did to remember us all
In matters of sobriety
Now my oracle seeing it in the putting on of the chestnut fence
As of Asher to disregard where dream will form
Yes, to be it as infamy to me
Just as you and your ports
Forty thousand in Zebulon and on the chicken of Issachar
On the other side of Jordan so may we see
As to break free and to take more of the dreaming
Not the best place yet it will do
Understanding the times and seasons
All is inevitable o, my inveterate....
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