Born Yesterday

A serpent shed his soul; in the history of the device,
And the secret signals left me conscience of the price,
If I fall within the context of the subtext of the rhyme,
I can shape-change the continuum and wring out all the time.
Born yesterday to suffer the change,
On the carrier wave of a new world,
A thought-museum to rearrange,
Born yesterday to give the moment life,
On the book of ages passing,
The world to take as wife.
The bleeding stone; flowers into the pageant of all being,
The light brings all colors the paradigm of seeing, In the weathered longing of
the tongue April’s earth,
I can find myself in empathy of this crying birth.
Born yesterday to suffer the change,
On the carrier wave of a new world,
A thought-museum to rearrange,
Born yesterday to give the moment life,
On the book of ages passing,
The world to take as wife.
The stillborn consequence is the notary of Heaven’s pause,
The song of winter’s heart is the «Lament of Tiger’s Claws»,
A man such as myself can only reap the harvest of Cain,
A world such as this has its religion of the rain.
Born yesterday to finance all tomorrows,
The ghost of now enters its mother,
To haunt us; senses and sorrows,
Born yesterday to put to sleep what is not dreaming,
The agent of the actual,
To deconstruct the world of seeming.