The bounding of any Hymn,
securing a Lore,
a Song or a Scroll,
rolls from the Tongues that sing to read.
The deepest desire to grasp entire,
the complete of a whole,
distributed to told.
The divisive clamp,
the directive to ramp,
the authority grates,
the Tip?,
changes steal the trip!!
A certain brink,
brought with think,
invites no end but creates reason to begin.
Embracing when as an acceptance of Being,
the Translation; Believing!!
The Fate of Self,
an enduring wealth,
a provision of Faith dealt,
held within a Singular Cell,
it is 'well'
the depth of no crater,
design is greater,
the height of all Scene,
is participant if shown.
The mystery known,
the Road that Nature roams,
no 'matter'
a viable space,
the Dark in Birth,
sets pace.
The Venture of the Sight adjusts,
too know the light has no plight,
a memory recite; a way to fight!
Whilst in this state,
no rest, a nest to impress,
the Web of Deceit is,
the present test.
A Feat
The Reach an Arms stretch,
the slumber of man's Vest,
the metal of the chest,
Kept: Humanity wept!!
The Stream of Know Flow,
washed out the former shout,
to conquer the mention of real,
doubt.
The bridged Accord,
the sound of Foiled,
broke-down,
the un-earthed found!!
The startle so loud,
the noise of Crowd,
mended to make proud,
the evidence did plow.
The Major Constellation,
the type, a relation,
Stood to be Scene,
so easily Feened,
the nature so deemed.
It became what is known as relief,
or just maybe, it could be,
a dream coming true,
in a single and simple fact,
Time always Tells,
it's Exact.
