A voice cross distance chastising gently–
A sweet voice teasing sinews of thought,
Thought knotted, gnarled, in mind–
Mine tied to those present, teachings past,
Long does doctrine in doctrine last.
\"Tether not to ancients, what others think.
Knots unfurl, can be severed,\" Reason winked.
Could that it be so, my champion–
These ties link my heart to their souls.
Chained feet must tread where they are told.
But mine ear listens might well I blunder
And trample sweet Reason asunder.
Sing sweet Reason. Sing!
~~~~ Augustus / Folsom, LA / March 10, 2009. ~~~~~