this time i heard the laughter in the yelling

there were these men
and seperate fog.
they probably saw it.
i think of how a new beast supplants the painful memory of the old.

The Rascal and The Bandit.

The vapor as a geiser from his lungs.
like the suddenly halted old yeller.
but right there in town, he said.

the folks never even knew how they were damaged.
In their forward motion, they became oblivious, somehow.

Which is more commendable?
The lazy soldier
or
the apathetic citizen?

And how should I test my hypothesis.
No flashlight is worth that, no matter how bright.

but still, I am held alert by the beam of light.

Also, he called today,
who cannot comment on laziness or apathy.
and added a credit to an almost nominal account.
and the rope bridge may have swayed but held its head up.

Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see;
Hail, th'incarnate Deity:
Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel!

for so long, I was young

to take the attitude
of the best friend.
I don't feel it anymore.
to with true, quiet joy, recite your mass.
Oh.
Oh, God.
Oh, Immanuel.
Coincidence, no.
Apocalypse, not.

But he, without waiver, spoke the Father's word.
Thy will...
but, not the perfect one, no.
just a mimicry,
Yet even the poorest still life indicates the first fruit.

and this, is this harvestable whatsoever?

wow not a metaphor if you hear the rest...

this was winter
death looks down
the color of the hills
there is a gate
he will climb over that with his treasure
it will be dark then
he does not disturb the silence.
lying still, always facing the constant motion.
(wow)
Linda Gregg
All of it singing.