Our Discourse.

Were we ever the men and woman who herald wings

What became of our discourse was the talk of the time  

The greatness steals from the glare of the plate still life

Reaching into other lands and on to finished wine spills

The life of the party partly obscured by the breakfast roll

Neglecting to add cream is lessening the swirling madness

That’s greets the day unseats nights the distribution to vote

The fairness in itself held no candle to any of you in its light

Well because it didn’t pass the beans, the story I began with

What became of it, the study now reveals will write as I tell

A different story.

The Church’s Door after leaving services 

From my Pew of thee you came retaught 

Reaching out across the way of stage extras

Where being free in a hub of hope arrives late 

Basking storms wake sit out in lands called Holy

In part to life’s dreams relived in life redirected or

Reborn as measured by AI to where in time it yields 

Calling to life above the cliffs save the whales and seas

Little oil lamps like early Eskimos come what may come

Is change and changing what may come and change now.

Behind the weathered door

Enter the room or thru the door exit and enter willingly 

Is told by the map on the wall the chalk on the board

Erasing the square root example for its class discussion 

The next thing rings rushing to near door well enough 

Holding up the change to the sci, inquiry algebraic math

The last board has become the next thing in discussion 

The sun of course is our lifting rainbow life near and far

It is the whole of the year in some manner return normal 

The beginning brighting up we hope.