Excuse, accuse, acausal sui generis, me,
so we
may play at being happy, not mad,
glad to be alive
in a state

of grace, total free being, no strings,

save these that tie my shoes
to my prayers's feet, because
sometimes that's what the old ones
said,
when miracles were sparse, due to
scarcity of seed,
such as grew the great cathedrals
and the original PTL Network,
BTW
an entity which seems alive and well,
as well may be with that view of
time and eternity and relatifity…

in such times, prayers need shoes, and
shoes need those worthy to tie them.

We'll see, is it worthy, we, or must it be me;
how would we know if this were worthy
as a place? a time? Would we be
compelled
to admit… worth is what the buyer will bear.
Give it away, loose the peace,
I'd say. If that were you, I'd say, dia-logos,
back and forth,
as we climb a stairway to heaven,
on broken promises and stolen chords,
-- read the news
each step, one closer to over
c'mon
lemme show you where its at, oh child,
some men never learn.

We win, then we don't brag, we jes' be as
we was when first we

left things be. No fuss. No fight. Turn out the light.