See the flows fall in place because they sound like
each other
Like they’ve chosen a pace and then found one another
They cannot be created for the meter’s fundamental
But fan a spark to flame and the heat is incidental
To the sublimation process to a higher state of order
When the information lost is found by transmigrating
borders
On the interstitial spaces on the metaphoric map
Refractive crystal faces and a momentary tap
Into the wonderment and wizardry of saying how it is
And then wond’ring if it isn’t really praying where
you live
‘Cause the church is in the mind, right beside the
temple
And the lurch is in the rhyme, like this one for
exemple
Then…
Taking a break, and finding the groove
Shaking a shaker and bustin’ a move!
Lettin’ it all out and keepin’ the faith
Ideas call out and fall into place
No need to worry, no need to fret,
No need to hurry, no need to get
Too involved with the drumbeat, the sibilant sound
‘Cause there’s always a one-beat, and it comes around
When you never expect it, you cannot correct it,
But if you neglect it, you won’t stay connected…
Then back to the beat, and maybe the message
Living is sweet and you’ve got to express it
Because all that we are is a mode of expression
We fell from a star and then we had an impression
That maybe it’s all just the same as it is
Maybe we all just came here to live
So it falls into place when you call upon a space
For the syncopated pace of the _linguistic lace
In all of its glorious intricate patterns
Spelling a story, like it really matters…
See the flows fall in place just because they fit
And you know it’s been a grace when you see that this
is it.