Time makes no resting places,
such occur in time spent, unredeemable,
waiting to see the effect,
suffering now to be,
wait, a call, yes
no, I have no terms to offer. Redeem the time
don't feel the need to borrow on eternity.
----- jump cut ---
Salve on the wound, ******* spits out the bit.
Mount up old man, we got an old tale
stuck in a Shalomic message state during
an ego war.
-- there are those scribes
-- wrestling, like kittens with the yarn…
Heir of winds am I, in mind to be.
What would I do,
eh, Jesus, what about you?
peace, be still, I'd say, in a voice so small,
few feel the call to listen to the first word
plied off the point in ever outward,
pearling, pear shapes,
stem to pollinator,
being all we may imagine,
in a given moment of peace past understanding.
With a prosaic drumming mixed in the humms.
Bees at ease in my perennially
blooming rosemary hedge. These fingers tapping.
Peace made for a moment -in some future, moment redeemed.
It has been 13 years since anyone told me to get a job.