In Thee Event

in thee event the gothic garlgores shall fly away from their ledges chasing the doves deep within the hedges startling bearded crows ice skating over lake michigan gazing back at lake shore drive in the event the roaring stone lions guarding dusable entrance way shall leave their throne becoming docile purring at my feet as fountains flow of fresh running tears from the garden of forever everyone will know in the event connecting canals valleys with tunnels throughout sleeping boroughs gathering within the palm of my hand in thee event across the ocean upon white sand i shall perch weeping in that final hour bidding farewell divinely we shall all sup from the very same cup