4585. WHEREVER IS ON MY MIND

WHEREVER IS ON MY MIND
If I were still immortal I'd show you a
couple of things : some ragtag Constantine
on his edge of time, a few clouds in the open
sky, making pictures, spelling words. 'In hoc
signo vinces.' A future cast like a spell across
Milvian Bridge. As it is, I simply don't have to.
That charcoal in your hand will bring the message
through, burn my words within your soul : Now....
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Time has matter and matter has time; scattered
moments across an age and an ark. Where I go,
there will be songbirds and larks, the sounds of
things will call : we will nod and we will all listen.
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When did I learn to write? Is that what I heard
you ask? Like a million years, like a thousand new
times, ago. It was all so much more simple then.
We walked well. We found to plant and harvest.
We ate from the land and stopped killing things.
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Now, Man has become man, and separated in
mind from God and the Kingdom. Too close for
comfort, there is little left. In hoc signo vinces.
Now, it is best.