Through the Void of course jovially
A Void poses questions best asked
In due time. Through the reason of seasons
upon mystery and darkness a Hollow did find me
where moon and shadows speak lightly,
tropical geography all gold like
a fleece of Lamb finds me ;Cerebral
in bliss as Prideful and giving as needed,
Tempered Bows Quivered in shivering hands
find their mark where Times just Begun.
The Void of a Beat checked and Balanced
the sweet fleece of gold at the Feet to be raised;
and give thanks to Lords Bounty.
King James By a Brook and Narcissist Root
found sturdy amidst reflection.
where jovial Void of course floats in stream to find me Given and tempered.
An arrowhead marks the Heart of the Dark to nourish along Vine Laden Trails.
A toast to True Aim with a gleam in the eye like a lion questioning the night.
What is Truth? Perhaps in the nether of Here nor There where either is agreeable and fair.
Perchance in the Rise and the Fall of a Glass where at last a thirst is quenching.