Will I like myself a lot
Never to get caught
In the nightmarish plot
Of those who are caught
In the ancestral knot?
For the alignments of the knot
Which incredibly are caught
Along the timeline slot
Are there until we re-wind the spot
And re-furbish what was caught
Along our sentimental clock
And let go the line
Of the sentimental chime
Of our rhythm and our rhyme
Across the layers of time.
We are a perpendicular spine
Along the trine
Of time
And as we weave and wind
Our perpendicular spine
Becomes a new line
In the instrument of time.
So exercise your vote to chime
And all along the timeline
We will enter a new spine of time.
God bless the new line!
We are fine;
We are transferring our alignments in time.
It is quite the rhythm and the rhyme!

* This is part of my new book!