ARE YOU A SHAPER?
he looked up to the jeering figure on the berm
grabbing a lewd hand full
HE SHOUTED “shape this”.
And the wizened old crone continued collecting
an orderly mysterious group of bentwood off the strand.
the enlightened would wait quietly
for the return hence when the
orderly mystery was to be revealed momentarily
before disappearing beneath the water’s surface
to propel the enwizend crone to the invisable
amongst the waves.
the blessing to hold the form
was reserved for Iluminaries
and seekers of truth
the unprepared
remained unexposed.
…ambrose…
…is that your dog…