Supplication

Life wrote itself out

Gave an illusion

And then employed time

As change

Distorted objective reality

Parched for true

Weather new

As spring air

Free sensible minds

Who dare

Thread down the path

We all must pursue

With a light in the hand

Some symbols and ruins

Order to chaos

Life giving all in tune

Like the hand of a direction

Pointing you true

With the winds to the back

Of the sails in full swoon

As you head to the Party

And the celebration

Of new views.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©