The Vision Of Ezekie Poem by Louis Borgo

If all dogs go to heaven I'm attend by the vision cardiac arrest
I waken for the sonic A heed to the thought rhapsody, capture, lights shatter home Away from home
I am sitting next to everything that is yet
Founded of borrow of youth of time If lions share bargains ground and feet a pit of bridge where
I stand is solid as fit as a man
Is it a branch of the soil and water of the intake?
A broil of stem that is fit from dreams perhaps heights
Unfeign on to the heights of wings of a eagle
I'm sorrow past distance and vision
Throttle as a wild best in matter why do it attain only to the hungry Or
do we pray onto the savage
No coherence for the living the things that seem to be the impeccable Is that those we choice to follow?
In life lesson the eyes of most appeal why do they say a dog is a man best friend
Clouds of storms a bridge of a pastor before we see the storm why do we take shelter?
Is it in till life interventions we learn of what timid hearts carve From warm passion do?
Sometimes we have to lost what is grant to found our
Passion in till we go through this passage pattern of page
unto the noted Do we pass such a vision?
Or perhaps the way we view it is it crowd;
Crowd jewels that of the receptor Unto light Behalf unto the spirit but look unto the receptor a man I stand,
standing next to the gate Should I pass through or pass back through? Formal one escarole i have seen the garden
I have seen the branch On to the next one
Who is to ask the question why did i leave the passage?
Foundation of a youth my ledge had not became bronze
As they say years of development
Becomes of techniques is that a sign from the divine
As a lion fest an if an eagle was giving the feature of a human
and Perhaps it could Braille?
And if a dog scents is more than morality one intend
would be kin for one vision Unto a kingdom branch of a branch
to sooth the soil of a plant Do we see a throne to call home?
How are we so far along but like a Kleene star do we write
our on heaven?
Steps taking stratus us alone If the heaven is abroad
and eyes are shattering how do a blind man
Found his way across the land?
Do we trust in mother earth signs and wonders is it the path
or perhaps the origin How do we recaptivate?
I say to think what we leave behind is that of the
Architect a hymn of their spirit I say if so let it reign let it reign when do one seek to understand the vision-