April 25, 2017Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment APRIL SPRING 4 As it fell out of my eyes I knew it would be able to make it in to the word of the mind that would like the start of it and put it into words that I would like to be here when you ask me to be and then it would all fall into the wave of indifference that makes you all understand that it is about time you could all see it for what it was a miracle of Spring that couldn’t open your eyes and get the wrong-timed use of the word April into usage of the Arab tongue like the throbbing of the world called Ahab the Great that does not sing for us but open the movement to the bringer of glad tidings and he is about to make it all the way into the air about which we breathe and that makes it all the #same and that makes it all the same again. I will be open and all# the start of the brotherhood known as the IS as it now owns the oak that wields the right of man to free the dominance of their land with the weak and strong use of violent means to open the door to make you all understand that it is without doubt the right of all to self-determination that makes us all go down the path to revolutionary thinking without breaking up the footpath with use of a sword-like shrinking of ‘newal and verve like the source of all things it is good to start and bad to open and that makes it all go down and that is bad for is is not the opening but the slough of it all known as the right of man and that makes it all separately from the rest and go to the throb of it and that is why you hate me for it is not the start but the finish of it all and they go and go and go and that makes it wrong and that is why. Bye! COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...