Vera Susa - Poem by Patience
And they tell me its okay if I can't get there
Because they told me where to go if I got lost
There's never been a greater rush to get there
If you arrive before your time you lose your source
If you deny before your source he bears a cross
They're hiding in the shadows of conspiracy
And watering the rivers with tragedy
To keep the promise of a land
Fertile green, free.
A middle Earth worthwhile,
Shunned in desert-style,
And there's always time to swim that inland sea
There's a rock that isn't moving
And a sacred site that's proving
To be weathering the storms in the news you read
That is codex in the moments for the truth you seek.
(While the Jones's want to tell you that your future's bleak)
There's heat in the stars
And ghosts on the oceans
And that weather is patterned by active volcano's..
If space is your God and time is your deity
Listen to her and the gift she bears gratefully.
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