Blind Lead The Blind

Blind lead the Blind -
by Jack Edwards
So many thoughts roaming my brain,
Too many thoughts like cars in a train,
Rounding the mountain and heading down grade,
Brakes that were cremated so long ago,
Runaway train so look out below,
Blessed to be free from all that I know.
The thoughts that consume me that jump from my hand.
Were never to be as close as they come,
Epiphany done,
The thoughts that consume me,
Those that jump from my hand,
Were meant now and always for delivery to man,
Express and prepaid but not to all of this kind.
For true power and knowledge only held by the blind,
Those who will need it whose will as it were,
Transmutes the words to understanding the herd.
Benevolent grace and so much more,
From beginning and bang echo to the shore,
These thoughts that I bring came way before.
Inside the riddle and rhyme,
Locked in the fables written through time,
Hidden the answers that muddle my mind.
Released each to fly with will of their own,
Till the judgment blind become their new home.
Sequenced by one and advanced on through time,
Elevate standing the wave left behind.
Jack Edwards 2018