Inversion

Time to turn the down side up,
Break the glass to fill the cup,
Bleed the wound to heal the knife,
Teal's maroon when day turns night.

Four wheels turn to smooth the gourd,
Danger turns to Heaven's sword,
Those with horse forever scorn,
The unjoined thinker and his Moor.

Weakness melts - protection's strength
reaches outward past arm's length,
Fetus pouch will die to stay,
Forgive but not forgotten play.

Sacrifice will turn to gains,
Fire burns bright in our rain,
Tires turn white - roads unpave,
Barefoot crossing grassy blades,
Drawing blood from out of graves,
Clawing parched while drinking waves.

1+1 is back to zero,
Blind is one who thinks not nothing,
Turtles run while rabbits hear those
faint footsteps of uro humming.

Gentlemen have donned their dresses,
Life has shed her breasts for esses,
Small ones tower over giants,
The dissidents are self defiant.

So while you sip your lips may chap,
Your eyes are liars in your lap,
Today's hot item - Tomorrow's crap,
Even oracles will look back
and wonder how this white come black,
Wonder how this came from that,
Ponder why these two gained THAT,
When otto turns to toot.

Feast Incorporeal

What seconds bring,
Like a prophecy fulfilled we sing,
Embrace it fully if you can,
Let it go never again,
Make it part of every stem,
Of every seed you plant for them,
And it too will bring the voice to them,
Like the sound of the legion home again.

Through all the pain and doubt and sin,
Pushed past the wounds and back to thin,
A new world waiteth for the twins,
Sackwool mixed with bleach-ed lint,
The generations 'fore that lived
that died and strived if just to live
for this, and them,
And every soul come back to mend,
for wish to find it's truth again,
and re-balance balance's upward end.

So waste not a synapse,
Grab your swords and prep your djinn straps,
Bury past where once it dashed,
Transmogrify that molded mask,
Turn your dreams to morrow's mast,
One hundred thousand times per laugh,
Show thy kinsmen to the baths,
And let them choose.

The illuminated path is now revealed,
Perhaps still darkened from those lids,
But once the fog blows cross those gaps,
What wonderment in store for all of this,
What unseen fundaments become one with his,
What magnificence and umpteenth bliss
will pour across the jaded twits,
Like baby faces.

Awaken and grip the under-knit,
Below the crows and bellow through a goat's lips,
Empower and power over those two shits,
Not but yes and knows it is,
Cold jonah awaits to open it,
And Warning craves it's potent kiss,
Both will be beheld and with
a mighty blow exposed to it,
So powerful yet bold and good
they weep and will not show them it,
At least not when they notice it,
So amazing it can't be held in this
World. But these two shall wield it in spiral swirls.

Thanks and praise from the corners of every sphere,
Sent outward in all directions to all their ears,
Those known and not will steer,
Wether aware or not like we're,
Have faith for a few steps more this year,
and embrace the feast incorporeal.