HillShadow
Time is measured by the peaks;
the backlit sun all at once speaks.
But here our plodding, muddled wills
live in the shadow of the hills.
Sheep
What they want, what they say;
compass point holds me no sway.
North and South are so passé.
Azimuth gets in the way of
what they want, what they say.
What they think, what they do;
Many sums for two plus two.
History is all askew.
Elemental point of view is
What they think, what they do.
What they will, what they feel;
unalloyed metal is not real.
Papered currency, the deal.
Reason brandishes the seal of
what they will, what they feel.
What they hear, what they see;
for the greater good decree
my individuality
and volition bend the knee to
what they hear, what they see.
What they want, what they say;
spill the coffers for today.
Tomorrow will be just as gray.
I won’t be there anyway for
what they want, what they say.
I Samuel 15:10-23
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