through the bath the cistern and the hearth
a steady stream of living water

through the bath the cistern and the hearth
a steady stream of living water
sons of princes
with discontinued wefts of yarn
of gold silver silk wool and cotton
hiding the warp threads
gathered together and started weaving
a cloth that changes with every different ray of light or new perspective
as if he were addressing thousands
of professed believers
he spoke with ardor and enthusiasm
whereas the scattered
exercise rights and customs of fathers
and regulate temporal concerns
fully immersed
here an hundred converts
a noble army of light arrayed
here is another hundred
pillars
another hundred rising
cedars
growing in the dross
the stone in the wall cries out
and the beam answers
from boot black cellars and house to house
an altar of regeneration forgiveness communication revelation and charity
shares without prejudice.
all creatures here below
blessed waters sprinkle the foundation
proprietors rejoice with bountiful grain
our star rises and goes down
as days of trouble continue
our atomic souls disperse with every breath
into the living water and fire
safe.
as if there were true religion
contemplating union
taught, led, and provided for,
or choosing good and evil.
determination may be singularly infinite
after battles won by hundreds for ensuing millions
panoramas from the green hills above town.
swept over by demi-tectonics
a boatswains pipe called
to make sail and take them in again.
four horses pulled it in step
on front of the parading crews,
then the tiny federalist sailed.
to warmest expressions of ingenuity