Words stretch to hold truth ifity
we find we
must make sense of each,
each word each
must mean
the intent of the sayer
or the spells is broke,
'n '
that is how symbols come to mean
"on this, we agree"
We join self to self and form a being
from the words we did prove true.
Such words make free.
Live free, or die.
Redeem the time, mortal moment
by mortal moment
in time, in tempo,
with katydids
and crickets, after the sun is spun away.

Test my theory, give my guess a go,
deem only true words
words of power,
powerful;
if we stand under them
upright, aware we are
unstable,
in all our ways.
Balance is always
calling for attention,

steady,

fall and you fall forever until you cease
believing
gravity is your enemy.
Like riding a bike.
Love your enemy.
Love the push against your pull,
-walk in the spirit, there is no flesh,
come and see, I came I saw, go and do,
I did.
This is where it got me.
This comforting  evening,
alone with Pine Valley, leveling,
balancing, my
pile of idle words on tiny starry points
tuning to the mellow
chorus
in time, in tempo,
with katydids
and crickets, after the sun is spun away
end of a moment, end of a day,
end of a lifetime, and an era elapsed.