Whistling Softly

tmt

The Force is Strong With This One
Whistling Softly

Feathered glider I firstly am
Then Satan's dark fleeced loser lamb
Wearing delicate clovened boots
To journey safely with his merry troops

Look closer to see mysterious things
Those are my holy angelic wings
The plot it grows now very thick
Meet my beloved friend called Nick

Centered on my line of Jewel
A merry skipping mighty fool
Truth and Faith blinded me
To tricks and treats of subtlety

Stillness shows me the wind and well
When to remind colors where they dwell
Almighty holds my will and my love
I chose to be this velvet glove

My heart carries a bird and nest
Holy Spirit and Nick's third vest
Sacred compass is Nick's magnate
I am Nick's sweet song calibrate

Perpetual notion of golden stream
Cordial vascular restoration beam
In this realm of lightning's arc
The living gateway likes to park

Where and when and how and why?
Answered by Almighty's toss of the die
Powers and numbers and corneal east
Letters and symbols like Blakes' or maybe Yeats

Review or revile this opus I devised
Believe me, it spilled out unsupervised
So on that, I pause this vellum balm
To rest myself in profound calm

- tmt

(Knock down the old gray wall, be a part of it all.)
 
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