WINE AND GATES
Why Is Simplicity Days Older Memory?
bound to stare
the care of simplicity in my hand
the which and the wash, the future to fulfill my fare
moment to moment, I see the clever land...
watch the dew develop, in the glassy eyes of yesterday
the furor over the naieve taste of an apple
fruit for the terror of seldom sweet sin's that come to play
upon the need of survival that is the haste of hell
clouds for curiosity and its kin
the tact of usual candor in the mouth of justice
where the audacious eyes of youth know a wage, we are the future, amen
the kiss of religion in the light, a dance with a God instead of a device
crass unity in the try of voices for the yearning times
the lucre of unction for compunction, is with us until the dawn
today was a martyr before the legend of another firm hand, with reason and rhyme
doles of anger for the roles of danger found, we keep the trite for honor's wronged
who is to be a lord of somes?
the triumph of versions is with a thoughtful harrowing
of problems and the introduction of severity, as it comes
in the pace of patience, praise for a lip of turns to the fairing
the sun rises with a jewel in its mouth
from where and from who, only a heaven can tell
the sodden right to fury in the stead of answers to the might of couth
is a wake with the nature of more, for those that know wholeness well...
the care of simplicity in my hand
the which and the wash, the future to fulfill my fare
moment to moment, I see the clever land...
watch the dew develop, in the glassy eyes of yesterday
the furor over the naieve taste of an apple
fruit for the terror of seldom sweet sin's that come to play
upon the need of survival that is the haste of hell
clouds for curiosity and its kin
the tact of usual candor in the mouth of justice
where the audacious eyes of youth know a wage, we are the future, amen
the kiss of religion in the light, a dance with a God instead of a device
crass unity in the try of voices for the yearning times
the lucre of unction for compunction, is with us until the dawn
today was a martyr before the legend of another firm hand, with reason and rhyme
doles of anger for the roles of danger found, we keep the trite for honor's wronged
who is to be a lord of somes?
the triumph of versions is with a thoughtful harrowing
of problems and the introduction of severity, as it comes
in the pace of patience, praise for a lip of turns to the fairing
the sun rises with a jewel in its mouth
from where and from who, only a heaven can tell
the sodden right to fury in the stead of answers to the might of couth
is a wake with the nature of more, for those that know wholeness well...
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Why Is Simplicity Days Older Memory?
Why Is Simplicity Days Older Memory?
