In the world’s evidence I’ve never seen the shade. Drawn about the Eye’s of Man to guard promises we made. Sanctioned by the saddened few so ripened for the call. Overjoyed by happenstance and the wonder of it all. Softened by a patchwork quilt the pain we never felt. Dance against the tell and wink at the cards I’ve just been dealt. First to fable first to fool. Seldom useful as God’s Good Tool.

Intertwined with my own mesh in suicide and sadness not grain but chaff to thresh. Clarity and charity encumbrance and true peace, love that never waivers and blessings that never cease. Increase in every aspect that maturity demands built upon the unmoving Rock not on shifting sands. Leave it where you found it but never do forget the absence of true sounding will be the last regret. Significance in fashion and passion seldom seen Worship God, Him only no angel, Saint or Queen.

Snookered by the Barker, the Trainer and the Clown, too soon to look for Maker as the Big Top must come down. Threatened by the banker, the taxman and the crook and host of gnarly characters with names not written in the Book. Prowess and shaded promise in all that we believed we had to search for character for courage was relieved. True elation of the table as the bargain had broken down the smiles we expected has since been turned to frown.

Interlocutor driving madly with no restraint of Grace and illuminated Pumpkin with true rage upon its face. The darkness unforgiving the race too close to call we’re way to late for Summer and well within the Fall. Damage and indifference a song and sweet remorse the Barber and the Baker placed it all upon our Horse. Cotton Candy and So Savory were headed neck and neck until the random kitten had taken to the course. Squared Circles unforgiving to all with naught but speed, collision and gymnastics of stallion man and steed.

Shocked to see the show expand surprised by the demand. So clear to see propensity all not hard to understand. Effected by the winds of change we seek to see remorse, to frequently adhere to norm seeking no divorce. Harm strung in full harmony or and lyrically confused, leaving all the trump cards down remembering which I’ve used. To daylight I say hoorah while darkness I abhor all the while searching for some style looking basically amused. Frequently in odd measure a half and an eighth apart, three quarters short of midnight stuffed by ala cart.