awakened by screams
from a member of my team..
a seventh round choice ready to
voice his opinion.. top of the lung,
bottom of the world dominion..
lift up every in unison,
using one mind to seek the divine in all..
got up many times,
attend to scrapes from the fall..
to what trips us up,
we are set up to be taken..
script written with no changes of luck,
hard lessons leave us shaken..
to the core,
at the foundation, with every right intention..
born of, reared
by the mother of invention..
father with no style to teach the unwritten..
being bitten with every step beyond..
that snake has risen, flamboyant
use of charms.. arms races,
disgraces for illiterate third worlds..
devious plots to bring to order unfurl..
unfair advantage rests
where there is more virtual value.. paper
reproduction ranks high with the scoundrel,
existence of the unknown to task.. so
we wait til the buildings are blown to ask..