Stand For More (From, Occasional Songs) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Stand for more,
Everything streams on;
Between tide's war,
And unwounded dacron.
Lies ahead unopened,
Pages of the future;
Life is too conditioned,
To be in perfect suture.

Stand for sure,
For nothing is absolute;
Some things may allure,
Be like an arrowroot.
Keep your head strait,
Pure and simply clear;
Some thoughts acclimate,
Through the astrosphere.

Stand for strength,
For time will split it all;
Any given course length,
To each of its confrontal.
What shall turn and untwine,
Likeness and unlikeness;
Will be tomorrow's shine,
Mother earth's own heiress.