Of Life

[George.Wright]

In life we come in with nothing
and in death we return
the eternal candle does brightly burn
the wax spirals and merges to the core
in death we gather and in life we are sore
what was that secret song that we sang alone?
that touched on the secret of the spark that came home?
that travelled through the river and the mystic of the sea foam?
that honeycombed the pyramids and the ocean of air?
that allowed the spores to gather there?
bee like assisted from alien shores of light
into the canyons of the night
the spark does start and an almighty chain of events we do see
taking us back to the tents
and the godly events jewishly be
on the shores of the deadest sea
a net was thrown for you and me
out of the garden without lament
your sins will be guided and your pattern spent
the secret song i remember now
it was the Kabbalah Masonic ritual of mopping the brow
of david and solomon and the hindu mystic cow
symbolisms did start an almighty assent
of jacobs ladder and the tabernackle and repent
and repent and repent
the heavens did sent the chariot of sent and scent
and motivated the angel with glands divinely given
where sarah did age in a cruise in the temple of the arisen
ensteins theory of the particles driven
by photons and prayers and expectations of mass
romans procastinate in the grass and the cross is sticking in the ass
and please, please do not let this pass
the crippled the warped and the last and the harrassed
who can find the seed and the tree?