
This is just an appetizer, A map divider of rapt insiders Forcing the feast Waking the sun from its house on the run In its seat in the east As the New Day has Begun To Rise from the leaven Grasping for heaven like sticky yeast In the hearts of the Brethren Who Follow the One This is just a test A wrestling match for this and that, Insistence upon investments Of wrath , chessboard messages Mined From Maat Made to Order and gift wrapped With blessings from the Masters Staff This is just a preView A Bleedthrough of previous Yous And future Truths spread Like glue on a threadbare Loom A Cyclic Read-thru by Seeds In Bloom who feed on the Compost of Doom and Gloom Watered by Calm Hosts of the holy ghost In a Darkened Room This is just a Program A WebCam from the I AM A trip through the moist dew Of tangled Threads of angled Truths Dangling plans and potent proofs Hanging Men and Lambs in Suits Of Carded Wool and broken Bootes Icarus in thick black dust falling to the Earth with Us This is just a Club of Trust A Heartfelt Synod of Love and Lust Working Soil with Spades of Rust In Hardened Narratives and deep Imperatives that only blades Of Diamonds can cut Through the Crystallized Sleep Of frequency and AllThatIs Now A Sequel to Be copyright Charleen Johnston 4-28-2020