I think, therefore my LIFE is the TRUCE

"TIME OUT!
Courter, Suiter, friend"

Come quickly, I hear
a good god fearing stout
Had instead not seen his own stew
he had sowed in a row by row
line by line web

A single lie
he had come to learn
on self inspection of his own
inconsistent personal perception

His line?, a servitude owed, I guess
A Time in the Fines

Aint no little hill-like-circular-point
I MADE OF WOOD FOR GOOD
for a little big lie like that

He kept walking the rises
as I talked to the congregation
Moved as I whittled
the last debt he accrued.

Last I saw h'm and talked to him
only the vault guard - his father's twin
had ever heard me
-replied that
"his own broken oath and tresspassing
were subdued"
"If that's who I spoke with?"
"So help me god"

But when I saw his trail
a little later
It was straight, straighter, and straighter
around the hill
A line though, not a circle-as any hill
could possibly be carved of any amount
potential, lie or tampered measure

And the Guard?-"I could sware myself"
As well as his holy goal (he did also sware)
Found his own strong, box, job, treasures
Father ,Son and Holy Goal
A "ghost of his cherished lifelong memories
and
estutely labored personal
perceptions"

"So help me god."

Marvin Eli Kirsh