the rains of doubt

cloud the vision

of the future

 

the hammers of despair

drive the nails of sorrow

 

the harvest of fruit

accentuates the positive

 

the stars of the future

were black holes of the past

 

the tincture of totality

is prescribed by all

 

the cinnamon of spice

opens the language

of sincerity

 

diamonds are to silk

what orbits are to

eclipses

 

signs of freedom

are painted

by love

 

strokes of genius

are lines drawn

in the sand

by the starfish of revolution

in the times

of the great reef explosion

 

so many have tried

to attain material superiority

only to fall

into the hell of depravity

 

milk sugar

belongs to the

milk bat

imagine that

 

sauce is boss

and loss is tossed

out the window

within reason

 

too much of a good thing

that's why

there are

seasons

 

satellite communications

are stellar innovations

 

rocked by

greetings

and

salutations

 

wayshower rainbow arches

 

beaver's weave

iron clad

tooth and claw

 

destiny

lives beyond

the horizon's edge

 

when you find the sun

embrace its rays

 

golden silence

cannot be seen

even in dreams

 

operatic voices

fill

the ceiling

 

levels of reality

waving hi

 

lint clings

to the boots

of integrity

 

simple solutions

relevant evolution

 

sours grapes

results in retribution

 

opposites attract

what like

repels

 

truth

beauty

and goodness

 

are we really

all

one