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
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