Awakened to see the cause of my mortality. Testing the breezes by the length that it appeases me. When I go morphing, I am surprised by transformation. In the beginning the light was awaiting a command. I try to understand. If none of it were planned. How are the cannons always manned the sand so ready to ride in every pocket or slip through every hand? It’s time to find a band to flame the fires that we’ve fanned.

Sitting up to sip from my favorite cup. Hands the only appendage warmed, the mystery is formed in passion and twisting the plot keeps resisting as my tears begin misting, coffee two-fisting. The riddle becomes unwound without damsel or loud sound. I see tomorrow become today without a word about the play, no matter the words I think to say. Silence comes upon the lambs the ewes and then the rams. It is easier to end this way.

Seek and you will find clear your will and then your mind if you ere don’t hit rewind for the prayers that you’ve opined. Take it all before the throne as you’ve never once remained alone tripped each time upon cornerstone your brief life is not your own. He finished on the Cross all behind we count as loss existence without the sauce never having been the boss. Future way too sweet on that day we soon shall meet on my face before those feet last chapter now complete.

All along thought myself right looking blind into the light, in all apprehension in wrought surface tension my theories were upheld, the metals that we weld the peanuts that we’ve shelled cast the sheep all neatly belled, the pigs into the sea He said that it should be without question or ripened plea. The devils must come out with a prayer a fast or shout on my shoulder resides the clout telling stories all about, GOD.