Ø19 - GRATITUD3
Utility:
Tangible, Relentless Good:
See, when you’re full
You sit and eat
Actual confections cooked..
>!<
The world is
My seven course meal
On seven stormed hills:
The world isn’t
Seven more built..
The world is
The seventh born’s will
In seven torn seals:
The world isn’t
Seven more deals..
Eventually
The Reckoning:
Macro, and the micro:
Destiny
Is beckoning
Pathos into pyros..
Large scale
Small scale
Endless tessellations:
Stars Baal
Dark pails:
Every debt is paid then..
The end game’s.. whenever
But let’s play with scepters
Like next day’s forever:
My best days.. or better
If best days are bettered
And one upped
By sunups:
Next day is better:
The best day’s.. forever..
If yes days are yesterday’s
Blessed days are then today’s
Best days - our better days:
Yes days aren’t yesterday’s..
Time waits for no man..
Time space is flow land..
Time chases flow’s sand..
Time waits for flow’s hand..
Time waits for flow’s man
Time made a grown man:
Time space is no man’s
Time wasted - flow can’t..
Think about it: Time is dead..
Ink around it’s rhyme is read..
Eyelids
Are violet:
Think about what eyes have said..
Dreams aren’t ethereal
Things: Heart’s material
Seen, dark with spiritual
Wings: Partly visible
Heat target in a scope
Dancin
In canyons
Then it’s grand
When it stands
Seen far in windows: Souls
Sing bars a prison won’t:
See stars in pits below
Cheap art, of little note
Squeezed hard, such brittle throats..
And now, behold
As out of the cold
Is somethin
Which comes in:
Power alone..
Not power as thrones
Held but power: It’s own..
And how would I know?
Well.. the power will flow..
At some point, crescendo
And manifestation..
And what joy! Consent known
As it’s gestation..