Hope

A time will come, accidie would fall,
This acephalous world, accelerando roll,
From ache to acme would come a howl,
O ye Divine! Come, break their fall!

Adroit, adjuvant, ace, accolade,
Ye see an army of dreadful comrades,
Adieu, adios – now let’s make haste,
A long way to go, no time to waste!

The ocean bed with a sparkling floor,
The modest sun shining evermore,
The dewy grass like a rain-drained whore,
Do you hear the call? Does anyone roar?

Gnostic, gnosis ye call upon thee,
Can you bear the brunts that fall upon thee?
I give ye a vent, profess, you are free,
Break the barriers, promulgate, and begin the spree!

I’m prescient, I fingle, I see ye all fly,
I see ye gain laurels beneath the halcyon sky,
Join, juxtapose, innovate, and make them cry,
Remember, its not a question of who am I?