Dying in the arms of those above
Comforted by the cries of burning doves
I couldnt see far enough ahead my love
With all our powers of reason and logic
Nothing is learnt from these holy seasons, annointed
We continually arrive at this same summit, disjointed

Lame and dumb
Blind and mute
Hes under my thumb
Kind n astute
Witty lil chum
Sight the acute
Whisper the glum
Stir the newte
Equate our sum
Riddle a flute
Fiddle with fun
Fall up the chute
Bring down the sun
Tie up the suit
ready the gun
Load your shoes
Prepare to run
You hold no clue

A whispering wisdom subtle and few
A glimmering kingdom untold and new
Find an answer, sight the question
Inherited knowledge Belies your years
But entranced and dancing, fighting the tension
Soaring clear of the chaotic cheers
A veteran of the darker fears