Treasure Island

Uloia Norris Moore

(Day's of The Past, Present, Future. / Southern United States)

Reason Made Clear


I am no longer invisible
I have been forever invsible
I am now solid
never have I been more solid
you no longer have reason
to see through
me
my intention forever awake
though
I stay awake you were and still are
I am no longer sleeping
only when the race has been run
therefore you have no reason to ignore me
mayest thow now rest for such test
I am now speaking for all of you
is just through trust ones true reward.
your cries I so hear for reason so dear
not to hear my cries
when justification renders them
so
that which all must hear from thee
the single tear all shed for you

Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 05, 2011
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