God will take you all running through minds of fear, My angels speak to me now upon this winter. Orbiting the conclusion life ends never to falling tears.
Sing your soul of Earth this time begins now,
Connected we are to the brothers and sisters.
Falling to the feet infinity beckons never to go blind.
This moon passing the satellite of chosen ones,
Set sail the ships never into war, we are of heart.
Women open the mind as this drum beats to no conclusion.
Generations this universe upon ghosts of fear look now, Daybreak sets imagination featurisation come home. We are value not comparable to endless seas we are the beast.
Lay your swords to the ground come away from darkness, Laterals do not fire scape images come forth. Sounds of running blood lost to time you never remember.
Never to learn.
© Nicholas Leslie MMXVIII Progressive Poetry