A Man Listens

A Man Listens:

A man listens to patterns

...from Rain

Pitter pattering

Splatters his shelter

Roof over Caboose

Much grateful for

...Then Poof!

Man loose...

Out in the world...

World that is spruce and

So uncuse

A pearl studded sleuth

Asks questions

Looks for truth

He is asked...

...what kind of muse

Exposes reclusive clues?

Feelings of

A neck with noose...

Flimsy-

Action or idea?

Made loose

By accident

Or adheres?

Afraid of death

He knows

Death is just a spoof

As he dusts off ghouls

Seems unreal

Must be the truth

Arced like the Covenant

Dwells

In the Holy of Holy’s

He embarks

With the mean and vile

Intermingles with the antithesis

He’s off kilter

With singular thrusts

Mizes anti matter and such

Sits in shanty-huts

Transports

To grand pillars

Compounds on struts

He sees much lush

and calls it excess

As the next mess

makes his Chest stretch

Finds a treasure chest

Where Man had there flesh blessed

Men dying to have a grasp

The savage wrath

This Man sees it all through math