footsteps and straps flap in the wind
on a muddy journey to the abstract reform
the new renaissance
how hot water and honey will burn my tongue
i may never know
i had no idea that the inanimate
even the stationary is dangerous
we have no one to blame but the animate
the dangerously creative
burned like joan for their not so cautious creation of fire
by the way that box is so distracting
you'd think that notebook was contracting
bit by freedom
bit by bit
calling is our escape
escape to where the wires wont reach
shedding the fire-wired feedings
the soul security less breached
step out on the frailest of limbs
acting on the slightest of whims
the abstract reform in regards to redemption
the new renaissance in regards to conviction
we seek inspirations and the subsequent life and actions
products of love and grace
peace and justice
going green in blue
placing pennies in the basket
repainting spirituality
the army under one
fighting over coffee in a basement
you are - we are - i will be
the new renaissance
the abstract reform
