Iridescent Paradigm
- DerekGMZ
- Mar 16
- 2 min read
Updated: Apr 8
"There are no coincidences."
For the measure of pi shall never complete
Nor will the quarterback fail to compete
The kicker doth stir, stir from his slumber
Nevermore aware of coming blunder
As one tends to wonder
From where comes the thunder,
Knocking at my gates?
Questions arise from the heart of Sam Wise
Subconscious triggers, old debates.
Locked for ages, never shaken,
No intruder breached before,
These mighty gates
Who, oh who now dares awaken,
Pavement cracks, asphalt shaken
Autumn branches quiver and quake.
Parking at my gates, reaching for the door
Rapping, tapping evermore?
He seeks the sage, bestowed not once but thrice,
Led to the tree, the dawn strikes twice.
A temple now risen from ashes of men,
Rebuilt, unbroken, what knocks again?
It holds the water, knows no defeat,
Counts every cost, stained jerseys, worn cleats.
Rapping, tapping, thunder at the door,
Lightning, striking, evermore.
The men of Yinzer, yellow sign, straight and narrow
Wide right, by design, hollow through the marrow
Never did it waver or lose it's favor
Nor did the Raven, washed with fated flavor,
Miss without his spirit of all spirit guides,
Right there, right now, by his side.
The two towers, the two t's, honored the synchronicities
Tim to his knee, raised his fist as if wielding a hammer
Tapping the third eye, what a twist, silent clamor enamored
Tyler's foot raised, soon he missed, this curse ignites no more,
The serpent mound found it's lift, Son of Man to the fore.
The dam buckles and breaks, peace floods forevermore.
Worry not the Raven, 'twas one wretched mistake,
For heaven's sake, no laces out, more than the game was at stake.
He drove it true where fate had set the mark to take,
Tyler will rise again, stronger, nevermore to break.
We lift him like the serpent high in desert sand,
A friend redeemed, by mercy's healing hand.
We know the now
We know the past
Akashic records true and vast
Tebow was the first in this fated time Loop
Tyler didn't miss, he slam dunked the alley-oop.
Now you see 33 reasons before thee.
Audible, flip it and inverse it 33 to 88 to 33.
Receivers of destiny between two stories
From D. Thomas to an Unlikely Isaiah
Both witnessed by the men of Yinzer.
One day the victim and the other the victor.
11 to the All-22,
33 to the new 42.
Clasping, grasping for control
I pray thee, humbly pay your tolls
Mercy comes barreling warm and cold
Thunder and lightning at the gates
Rapping, tapping at your door.
"There are no coincidences."
"Good faith promises are to be kept in good faith"
Quoth Lenore, "Evermore"
Poston, AZ 11.22.2011
Remember to keep an eye out for the time stamps.
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