We live as a cog
We take notice
When people are missing
Importance is everyone
Our heads?
We may doubt
But dharma is shown
Tarot, divination, vision
Inside
Grandmother is inside
Meditation collides
So we know
We are one
We know you
Though through fighting
We’re blinded
Yet cannot escape
Our wheel
Our cog turn around.
The stiff stride
Is always evident
In a person who spends
Many of their hours
Sitting still
Behind the wheel
Or the keyboard
Without the much
needed movement
It happened together of awe-struck stride
While wheeling together the untied bride
Alone, at last, the house guests blast
And sing in unison, my brave and married son
Call birds, call deer, call your mother near!
Leave doors open for angels to swing
Lovely breezes on untouched wings
And for god sakes man!
Blame not him, it’s simply the plan!
The call for truth was left before
The aim for gain forever more
A bride in stride, a game in play
A whore alone with stained tears
An arm, a leg, a fire brigade
The wheel begins it’s long kept song