Here I sit in contemplation,
now I need an explaination.
I wondered why,
Down deep I know,
Just needed some time,
its a gargantuan show.
Lots to process,
lots to learn,
lots to allocate,
lots to burn.
There lots to say,
and this is my way.
Of burning the candles,
that aren’t swaying anyway.
Caught in a mid spring night,
its morning already but my brain might be fried.
The springs in the matrix bear digital delight,
As the letters are falling and within are my plight.
Its always n that defines the show,
a dodecahexhedron not mentioned – wont go.
How many ways to dissect the cat?
Are you cutting triangles or are squares the attack?
I might square up with my thoughtful days,
or maybe its reflecting on the way the dog plays.
Could it be the news cycle woes,
or the possibility of a Trump – no show goes.
Sure,
we’ve almost a million words,
but that just the start,
I hope you’ve heard.
A benevolent masterful holy hand,
that rules noone like nothing can.
Just recognises devine and devout throughout,
Because the love he was dealt would never run out.