Love the old time religion of ways of right and gold overcoming the world with faith when the rest are lost and sold Flying into new ports spent destinations made and passed with memories clear lights for sight with daylight now the way through the darkness sewn by needles and boots in rows A flood like veil of mystic fields where ideas and lives readily congeal in steady state entanglements separated by nonce spacetime is somewhere else unsealed for worlds of orders and universal sets religions of meaning of organizations let flexion boundaries of sounds and foundries percussive discussions syncopate fates Opening ideas in construction with spirit faith hope and charity might, maybe, near it something anyone with time and being finds the Lord’s work of overcoming the evil things found.
