Love the old time religion
of ways of right and gold
overcoming the world with faith
when the rest are lost and sold
Flying into new ports spent
destinations made and passed with memories clear
lights for sight with daylight now
the way through the darkness sewn by needles and boots in rows
A flood like veil of mystic fields
where ideas and lives readily congeal
in steady state entanglements separated by nonce
spacetime is somewhere else unsealed
for worlds of orders and universal sets
religions of meaning of organizations let
flexion boundaries of sounds and foundries
percussive discussions syncopate fates
Opening ideas in construction with spirit
faith hope and charity might, maybe, near it
something anyone with time and being finds
the Lord’s work of overcoming the evil things found.
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