Monday, September 15, 2014

The Chiel



With anxious left to stand another,
the Sable of the date at clutter,
noise in silence acoustic Norse,
in band of Brine the sailor Time,
raising Mast to park-nest sky,
the timber pole built by Fol a brisk in due,
the count walk Flew to mark the Signature with more than too,
an agreement deck that rose a drum the Master on the grit of Clause,
to tell the Cloak of room & Bas, 
the Sickle is a cell of old.

To sky the constellation main the show of Trumpet blasting grain,
a beauty of the Oats of Wheat,
how far this Must,
a must be Feat.

The sound of a Million Mans thunder in bounding stride-Foot,
the lift in speak to place put feet,
the dance of waltzing Mozart's Treat,
the chorus with a Single beat!!