A hundred year's from now.
Will you read these words
Can they stay
And Hold at Bay
The changing day to day

If i write
To hold a tune
announce that I  am here

I might implore
To maker near

I dare not go away

So here I stand
In reprimand

Of what
God has to say

But

Can this voice
Hold your sight
Hold you
In a glance

Stop you in a  passing
While by my neck I dance

I spend my swirl
With you my friends

As life itself suspends

With Death my birth
And to the ground
To consicrate
The earth

A

Different
Disalussioned
Tailspin
Tethered
Tried
And
Weathered
Cord

I play
This day
This play
Commence

payed at my
Expense