If you will, you may choose to hear,
a word from one who has historic
evidence from they who have writ it.
Accept miracles and wonders written, init
act on coded ties to string theories long twisted
three fold cords, consciousness of literal truth, tied
Celtic cenneth cenning can and may as mostly told
kith and ken cybele corny
About the Dream, about the Seed, as I once sold,
for a faith seed, magic beans as it were, yes, so
we all ken the classic Jack the giant killer, so
we all likely ken th'tothern with little David
slaying Goliath, of Gath, he being one of five
six fingered men of great stature men of reknown
home grown heros, makes me think of Nanny Nish,
that was her town name, I never knew her real name,
She had three massive sons, Alex, Moon and Richard.
Richard went to Viet Nam, Alex died drunk, but fast,
he fell backwards at the thump after a bump
full throttle chasing jack rabbits at night, I'd guess.
Historical America,
remembered constantly,
America, the beautiful, land of the free,
make believe we've known from the gitgo
someday, the master's mind might let be go
wake us upto self-evident in your face, mister
of innous in use, eventual in your place lowly
dancer in the chorus, seduced or seducėd slowly
at the creative concept, perceivėd, knowing per se
ductile crawling reconception per haps persued, see
meet me on the court, the spirit in an ancient mind,
home soil advantage, the perfect charcoal center swirl
meet me on the found right, shadowless noon meeting,
my old man and your old man met at high noon,
expecting now trouble, both smiling wryly, wiley wise
Elvis lip on the left, hair parts there naturally wavy ways
vision leave in myth, just a minute past war's best old wise
defenders of these thinks unseen thunk rethunk good opera
demonstrable this thanks unsung thunk rethunk done d'done.