Why Time Is Still, But Moves.
Destiny moves me and moves the world.
Light is an alliteration of greed.
Time is transcending. Hope is all things
Good. Hate is in the mind; it shatters
Look at the reflection of promise,
As the new day fades. We see the abuse
Of the flesh; the rules of the law.
Everything is in the hatred of the flesh.
The dying of the flesh, the newness of it.
Light exists in a sunflower. Time is
Grand. Love is a transcending thing that
Encompasses all hope. Take out the wildflower,
Put it in a vase. Knock out the reason
Beyond the time that descends. Newness is
Nothing. Nothing remains but time that
Moves like a clock. As it comes forward,
The day is grander. Hate begets hate;
Love spreads the wall of hate. Time transcends
The willingness of the flesh. This is the
Wallflower. The abuser of power.
Where the inner eye waits, beauty calls.
Everything leans forward in transcending time.