An Appeal To a Simple Poem

To string three words together And appeal to simple Align my self with heavenly points of light To cleanse my words of wrong intention Unscrew meaning, untwist perception Incite delight Remove pretentions built upon forms Neither desired nor pierced But set in place pleasing combinations And float you down a river in rapport To join you no restrain Meeting minds on a word In secret collaboration This would be my hope This seems to be my prayer To a stack of words And a piece of parchment For I work not to make you work But to give repose In what you may already know But did not say