A clearer shade of self is what I seek
Transparency in all my ways.
I will be blunt and cut things down
And with the wrath of twelve years on
I will live on.
Trim my branches
Encrypt my tongue
That none may see
‘cept those who
true of heart like King Arthur
May take out what’s right for them.
Excalibur, Excalibur the sword.
False prophets often come, of which the many I am one.
Fear not for I am no one’s ‘cept the one that counts.
2000 fall, that 2 may rise above this fall.
And many Winters set in depths of blue will come to those who seek, for they will find my god, my god in whom I trust.