I see a bright star rising
unseen swords slice the webbings
spider like
silver where gold is desired
it's rising now
can't be held
abhorance for poor ants
laboring in labors not their own
this is not your design
neither was your capture
with beginnings in generations past
pass it by
the Passover offering stands in the status of His seating
at the write hand of the Father
better a brilliant lieutenant
than incompetent general
generalizations of generations
geriatric pediatrics stepping up
the stance of happenstance
longing listeners levied
privy in the trying
living greatly graced
embraced
tracers tried embracer erasers
cling to mud slinging
and die I am currently Reflective
I am listening to my churning heart
