Dear Reader,
As a kind of rumble within an approaching storm,
you've been on my mind.
In an untethered,
uncollected;
a scattered way.
so i wanted to check-in
a pile of metal shavings:
create a space in the direct middle
grab a magnet to place
in the center
of a vortex
calling forth.
lemme read a song to ya that i heard this morning:
I am a free man, and my father, he was a slave
I have been broken, but my children will be saved
Saved for the fire, of man's desire
Saved for tomorrow, with today's sorrow
Saved for a Jesus, who does not need us
Saved for the lovers, I pray they will discover
Well I don't need religion, to tell me what to do
I know that I should love you
And if there is a heaven, and I get there
How can I be happy, with my children down here?
Saved for the fire, of man's desire
Saved for tomorrow, with today's sorrow
Saved for a Jesus, who does not need us
Saved for the lovers,
I pray they will discover
-Saved by Labi Siffre-
make up a word er two today.
with an invitation for profound,
for tomorrow,
