Tuesday, September 15, 2015

The Brawns



Ears acute to Eyes detail on the Scene of what shall heard to the frame a shales deep,
in explain the stride of pen writes a spread to relax the skit a depth to work,
the extension touch a Shores sand on the Waves truth to walk through the rise respecting the tide,
for information to Know the Charts on Oceans tell is of the Waters salt tree Rein.

Be brought to dust or bring a Wisdom the cast a way on the Spake of sentence to Words dial,
scope touch wrote with Reasons logic at the Incoming Symphony,
an Orchestra to Opera,
as the breath of Standards jump the grid to bounce a Work it out to brain a thought of Goods at grain.

Speak with cadence talk the Variable for Humanity chalks mirror Circles dark straights of dead,
the Harbor pier with ships at built a body of the dance is with patience to the run,
trot Posting the collection grasp what is the bit that bridles you in Morality of principle belief,
life is rare Ideas of grace the know to increase the balance by Sync of purpose to the Tile is grout.

Should not The Fable teach this pace for it is Myth that sings a trade 'The Learning',
clarity in broth is the Tradition by fireplace a chat that stories Vista,
shall the road be of a Cobble than is the stone of Muds relief,
does the street today be tell on steer to corn or concrete Hell?

Times of Ages history core is a taught see on the torn from miles on the traced,
heavy Width the girth of sent Centuries trial the shield bold to be of greater stealth,
content text language came to describe the already done for Caves have even Paint,
drawing Nouns by shades of said the brush of rose in ankles tread for the Hands to speak of torn.

Over ache and hurled strain the evident is Worlds drain of many scoring whales bone of lathe,
to streak a gain the compass knocks does What is How the Why of crowds become the games,
for shall the door of recognition lost leave only worth of written pen than be that said a lens,
to speak this riddle not Violin that only strings the Fiddles chin to death in life of die again,
I put to the state of living the ride of known to said as grown,
 for each person has a say belonging to some kind of scrap in a pickle of minerals salt.

I show the briny sugarcane the Pole is only me at lane for even I do understand I rust,
but for the Iron of my wealth I chose to rebuild myself to comprehend the chills of breadth,
wise to populations boot I found that harness was the move of the motion to its well,
so in this way the storms did rain but work be found the greater pane to understand the Tale.


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