WINE AND GATES
Here Is A Future From Your Future None?
stretch to fess, the curtains of dolls
in our midsts, form in the life of a calling knot
the wherewithal to know, the lips of redoubt beyond
as the reasons of conscience become clear, the mystery of thought
boiled houses, daring bindings, charitable fists
the lower the courage of direct seen, the miracle of dreams
this and that to give the hath, to a lover in judged wisdom
for a pat of butter in the sigh's of worth, the mores of the chin
monkeys and horses, the berry of reason in the forest be
when will the calmer slice of pie of the soundness we enjoy, for a limb
of response, if not repose for a moment of could the wind guest seek
the point of poise long before I was, the compliant one in the dim
press for destiny, pass for a larger path to cadence
the role of need if but a language, to know in the cause of could
to have but a living soul, in the relationship of worlds ends
as if I wasn't, the toward means to an angel with fingers of gold
terror, seer, travail of heard fear
the all of our spin of gaining time, to know for a lap
in the stir of anger we know is a liberty in motion of what is near
to our hearts, the candor of coldness in the lore of space, shape
complete if not utterly complex, the risen sense of demand, is in the belly of decency
continue with a reflection of sincerity for been a mere, where even the skip of an ear
is for the stalk and the stock of race to praise, in the stir of humanity
shadows? this mutual how in the precision of now, we harbor a unique salt to were
blessings
the more we know it, the more it knows of us
being the triumph of a loved charisma in the cue of a stranger method in its westings
the burden of care, is but a loan of solutions for the next, of guards of justice
in our midsts, form in the life of a calling knot
the wherewithal to know, the lips of redoubt beyond
as the reasons of conscience become clear, the mystery of thought
boiled houses, daring bindings, charitable fists
the lower the courage of direct seen, the miracle of dreams
this and that to give the hath, to a lover in judged wisdom
for a pat of butter in the sigh's of worth, the mores of the chin
monkeys and horses, the berry of reason in the forest be
when will the calmer slice of pie of the soundness we enjoy, for a limb
of response, if not repose for a moment of could the wind guest seek
the point of poise long before I was, the compliant one in the dim
press for destiny, pass for a larger path to cadence
the role of need if but a language, to know in the cause of could
to have but a living soul, in the relationship of worlds ends
as if I wasn't, the toward means to an angel with fingers of gold
terror, seer, travail of heard fear
the all of our spin of gaining time, to know for a lap
in the stir of anger we know is a liberty in motion of what is near
to our hearts, the candor of coldness in the lore of space, shape
complete if not utterly complex, the risen sense of demand, is in the belly of decency
continue with a reflection of sincerity for been a mere, where even the skip of an ear
is for the stalk and the stock of race to praise, in the stir of humanity
shadows? this mutual how in the precision of now, we harbor a unique salt to were
blessings
the more we know it, the more it knows of us
being the triumph of a loved charisma in the cue of a stranger method in its westings
the burden of care, is but a loan of solutions for the next, of guards of justice
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Here Is A Future From Your Future None?
Here Is A Future From Your Future None?
