Album: Return Return
Creation was words before it was earth and sky
Spoken construction created by
tongue flung hammers, jammed into rows of enamel nails,
rammed by blows through two panels of two by fours
Forerunning the forests
Preceding the trees
Foregoing the gulfs
Predating our predecessors
The earth was in quake and speech was its epicenter
Strung together words
Sung from heavens perch
An unknown language speaking a universe into birth
The vocabulary of formation
Nature's first verse
Seed planted vowels
Buried in chanted nouns
Enchanted consonants
Implanted continents
Third person subjects with
Confirmed predicates
'It is good'
The affirmed sentence
With terms he sent his semblance
Spoke his essence into presence
The entrance of presents the exit of severance
Creation accepted the precepts of his utterance
In the utter annunciation of his fertile discussions
The discovery of humanity, the need for penance
'It is very good'
A life sentence
Words created creation with the intent of good
Creation berated the words by doing not what they should
The creator paraded creation out of the word rooted woods
Now all creation is gated, and the word is misunderstood
Exiting conversation's commune
First, extracted from communication
Then, excluded from communion
Excommunication
Those ancient words that animated sand to man
An initial conversation with uncreated tomorrow
The first solo song, unwritten monologue
They grow louder in our mother's womb
The dirt of our conception
The garden of our groom
A concept rises in concert
Concentrating its sound through centuries of trees,
Generations of streams, decades of seas
Eden screams
Her labor pains, her exaction
Her beckoning, her contractions
Her water breaks, her reaction
Her sea section, her extraction
Her christening, her transaction
Her betrothal, her attraction
Infants of the garden
You hardened orphans of the tree
You were born of an artist
Spoken poetry
Hear the singing soil, every gene is his
Skin made through sentences, our genesis
Now in our womb we must toil, from our origin we exited
The fabled hidden grove
Children of the Exodus
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This is inner soul searching,reaching and preaching teaching piercing my heart like an arrow from some expense bowl opposing gravity to God I wanna fall! - Mar 2015