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Our words so lack their meaning sense absent

A voice to clear the noise, announcing north

In tone and mood, and still they want passant

Support to face the flesh of words come forth.

Today is time unlike the times before,

For time does ask for timeless pass to leave

The past a stranger cast at last offshore

And left to die with ghosts of make-believe.

We take the bad to craft the good so tie

Is saved as tool to beat ergot conceit,

And tell the truth in truth that's slipp'd to crime's

Design unwinding sign and loos'ning feet.

It's hard to lie when truth preserved pervades

The maze and knows the ways of olden days.

-MMF