(William Wordsworth)
Silence your mouth. I dare say you speak with an unjustly action that will somersault and surpass the dimensions of those who gather around to listen.
A star of the highest light will fall from grace and abolish history in the making.
I do not speak if I have nothing that is justly said. I will speak when the porridge is warm and the company of friends will knock at my door.
Spoken words will leave the door to the golden soul open and then only then may they enter and exit at their leisure.
Speak the word that enters an entanglement of creation and discusses the nature of the oddocities playing out in the forest behind the cottage . As he is a man that will bide his time and for good measure at that.
Nevermore can I state that simple men will create a masterpiece with the creations that flow from the soul. I to know all too well that expression of voice, words and reasoning can mount a castle moor.
Sweep the garbage out the door for I will have no more of it.
A voice of concern is all I will ask to reckon with.
Tomorrow is a day I will reckon for.
-Salutations
