Plain As Daylight

I can hear them plain as daylight brain waves crashing on the shore along millennia of tired sand waiting for the hand of God to scour them collecting bones throughout the land dry as unforgiving constitutions once the shake of a welcome hand do not heed the voice of reason it will let deception rule for the truth is not a standard token pay my way just while I pray bread of broken incarnation wine of blood to wipe a slate once filled with venom clean why the loss of time to seasons always hoping for a better next once the crowded mind had dissipated looking up from where I stand courage for a journey forward I’ve spent too long alone with knowledge balance sheets of give and take ledgers crammed with good intentions a storehouse full of empty threats fortunes stagger under weights of greed a need lies faintly crying ( Tableau 69, Cerulean Odyssey, the fourth journey, 2008 )