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 brunt 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?