Wei Ling

Beyond time and

out of the box

I plugged in a new antique

"The voices" of Kansas insisted

"there'll be peace..."

then sang a new song

Said Grown Folks: (ready, yo?)

'Arguable justice was served a T.A.D. bit cold'

Only ours

Before I painted my lines in bold

strokes

With an oz. of dis belief

eye sponged the vision of a mustard seed

more like a metallic ochre

praying to transform the ogre in the living room

faithfully
If not for abiding Love
where would i be

A Salute was conducted in Copper and Black Walnut

and Akan accents spoke

until the rising sun

Once another day was done

the flame carried on