The Air Is Cool and Brisk
I owe thee a waiver, For the love of error in, Thee. For you are in me. T he truth of you and the many, Spirits are forever and, Will always remain in error, A holy array in thee, Smallest amount of truth, So you can change in the, Moment. F or some will make error into, A Law, nay-- a spiritual law, All along while he knoweth, His own disease, forming, To his own law. T he True Law forgives, For love and all good imperfects, Binding, as a spiritual union,...