An inscription is a script
The Scriptures across the Globe are One,
The forces of description destruct unwittingly.
The Creator’s conscripts carry their lines
Living, the play evolves.

When my lines are forgotten,
Destroyed by literal description,
A conscript appears,  new scenes ordered,
Old lines reconnected beyond description
To a new direction of Love.

The sickness that infects the literal description
Is simply one of stuck-addiction©
Ordinary problem solving breaks at
The addiction point, old descriptions
Forced against the warning maledictions.

My benediction is blocked
Until the crash of system breakdown
Opens the constitutional window
To my holy contradictions, a serum that
Brings our Body back to life.