Prove the wise serpent harmless as the dove.
Put on the whole armor metaphor, contain yourself,
dare let a spirit test if I can say
- there did you hear it…
this is true
the three essential mere words, tied to the story you're in,
there was a beginning, as with any bubble form, once
upon a certain time, as certainty grew worse,
madness became standard anger modality, berserkers
were bred, as these days the grand wedoms breed
heroic champion character development programs,
elite forces,
chosen warriors,
each a volunteer, taken the step, learnt the salute,
comprehended the safety in the chain of command,
- es no mi culpa
be wise as those who prayed
to a manifested golden calf,
be so wise as those who, to this day, say to the vicars,
to you alone, let Jah speak, for we are totally unworthy,
thus it is written, read the preacher to me, no escape
with honor, but on the battlefield,
so okay, everyday people, common folk, simple art,
some time spent,
invested, using investigatory story skilled honed,
on audio only Perry Mason, take the stand,
I need not remind you, you remain under oaths,
and woe to the man who does not believe,
faith alone be the evidence
of hoped for things occuring as wished,
tool for the task, a maker ever wishes, such
such tools as these we use to read, ready
we become some sorted thing, filtered
line by line, sieved as fine ground flour, dust
thou art, and unto dust, eh
the cinematic depiction of ancient burial sanctuary.
Sanctimonious display, displayed artfully and often,
always show the coffin, or the urn, or the ashes
on the wind,
it all depends on wind working,
otherwise, the stench is enough to make
life under the sun and moon and stars, impossible,
here. Where self evidence appears, with an ancient
silly wise wombed man's grin,
answered now with slight smile level reassurance.
Real life is done on a continuing basis.
As an ancient adage says, the unexamined life
is worthless, not worth the cost of living.
Becoming a form of information, destined to exist upon a time, once.
