Time's Agony

For the span of worldly things

In amongst the continuum,

And the sandwich of iniquity,

Corrosive filaments of true mishap

Become a differing history.

And for all of the schemes,

Scribed, penned, planned and dreamed,

Men work the future also

With remarkable unpredictability.

Yet when Time is enslaved

To but a mediocre rendition

Of yet then a further

Ceaseless cyclic repetition,

It wearies of itself,

In agonies paced

Around this one-planed shelf.

But Man has revived

The heart of Time

With new life, and no pain,
In the uncontrived.

Forever Changing

I speak to my Lord

And ask of Him ever,

To be strong with His Word,

To stay constant in Love.

"Love" He says to me,

"Is the one constancy;

And because I give this

As My immutable promise,

All else can change,

And yet remain the same."

Stone's Throw

Ten straining fingers,

Knuckles, the cosmic points

Of intersecting deliberation,

Of now or when or never!

The Digestive Ethers

Beaten, pulped,

Extorted mass,

Entrailed and swept,

Fires the furnace.

Digestive ethers work the physical load;

Same ethers sweep the universal planes.

Here, before vitality, before all's rent,

Digestive ethers employ their way

Into the substantiality,

Dissolving the binding conformity,

Releasing abruptly,

Their reality,

Into the higher spheres.