The power of peace within is the seed that is necessary to produce peace in this brutal and inane whirled.
The Measure of Awe Things
We should awe
Have a ruler
Incite of us
In holy weigh
A prays all
Choices just
I can make
Knot as soully subject to
The outer effacing whirled
Not as mirrorly deferent
To the powers that be
Aristocratic and low-brow
Bungling bossiness
Or sweetly seductive
Cheap and easy choices
The E’s of failings
And those awe in habiting vices
Entreating others
Taking it
Personal and not
Living beyond
The great divide
Wear one side fits awe
Discerning a bit crazy
In ward and out ward
Just to halve
A ruler inside and out
The blest surrender ever
Values coming at accost
In during lessens
To live within
And without
In the mist of means and ends
Finding won peace
