Thank you Galileo for tilting up at their sky,
as the bull, crab, and ****** sent caution from thought
to the flat dirt umbrelled by musing why,
''or a fire of stone from an old hellish plot''

Sinners will crumble like a drum to a wall.
Glints of knife scratches shall drop from their clouds,
while Libris will beckon to the vowels of the tall.
Your protest shall quiver to madness aloud.

Plighted in brick, left to whince to your game,
the branders, hatassers preach love and then die,
but the truth of their lie only whispers exclaim.
Thank you Galileo for releasing this sky.

And Like that.
I had this overwhelming urge.
I don't know what came over me.
I asked God is this the route I should take.
This habit of association.
To **** out what may seem to be selfish.
Time is of the essence.
This illusion of what is definite or what may not be.
Certainly this proclamation arrived out of nowhere.
Again I asked.
Notating my lack of patience.
I found the choir of mind without direction.
They stood and hummed.
Some in que.
Others were all over the place.
Without a podium or overreaction to the problem.

Amen, acknowledging your grace.
This aura highlighting sudden fixation.
I sought guidence.
Leaving the trail Whince I came.
I felt pain in my rib.
A spiritual curriculum decided by what's missing.
Again I asked.
More left to the imagination
A reiteration of urge.
The potency of silence.
Engaged by a look.
I understood what the choir was saying

i hate summer...
too many "ligjht" hours,
bothersome of ensuring
intricacies;
those late removed
                  slicing scoops...
and itches...
            my least
"avaliable"
  of "luxure",  
                    "activities"...
can fathom anything
more calibrated
to the exhaust of seething...
with quasi-nibbling
                    jargon....
death come counterpart...
of the trodden
  in the much
                    sodden!
believe me...
not all read the entire
"read" alexader dumas
to finally begin quest:
reading people like books...
"you" leave
     infracture of the benign;
who's?!
          namely your own....
        solicit with Jordan?!
i die lawless...
    i make the law: you,
       your children, your kin!
whince comes
the fear for the love of god...
unless you stake to cleave
to a higher
jurisprudence
of man usurper!
               then i am but
a humble muslim in...
                             peer among
the pristine judgement of
sacrificing: prayer.