Place these sedentary aides to these lines
—Audio labeled intelligence
From the future I see a feature;
Worlds where nature would change to datum—
Place this line along the others
—But think no deeper beyond what I see
From hence I speak not to lure you;
Cast dust I fetched to daze you—
What are the nature of your grievances
—That I would not see through to salvage?
What need coil you around the nerve—
That I would feel not to hold to finding lasting salvation?
Just sing my praise;
Simply sing me a praise
—That I would see the prophesies of solutions
Sing, and chant me at the rally—
Parrot in the mind’s temple
—Quaffing minds on words of no proportionate dimension.
I am here with you: even through the storms!
The Village Thinker © 2014