See peace floating as we foam
from lips to ears
Hear peace sighing as we drip
from limbs to hearts
Eye it on high
Ear down its high
It abounds in bits....No trip
If the pieces were hiding
I'll blame the stars
If its shimmers were deadened
I'll slam the Sage
But alas dear worrior
why will your helmet fail
Alas oh hector
why will your heeding trail
I see them pieces jostling aloud
for a hero's pick
I hear them shrapnels quizzing of us
for a moment's awe
Pray, why blast the peace
These pieces will stay, damn the frail
no matter post
These queries will last, damn the high
whatever we post
And in the day it matters most
we may all be ghost
of the golden sea...save we gather
them pieces as float
This is not the preachment of yore. This is the pointing to facts and fiction - depending on where you perch or berth. With the hawks or the doves? Our world is drifting and our planet be adrift. So adrift we can have no better "salmon or serpent" than this choose-ya-world offering as we contemplate the horrors of 7/7 today. May we act right all soon.
Since we be all in same boat - float or bloat - I wonder what it be. Preachment, damn it! And why not?!
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