In Your Glory

Don't forget every table has already been laid and dressed there is plenty for every soul as long as they have ears and mouths hands and hearts to grasp, and don't beg or steal at the pass. Don't let the night, be adulterated because it's pure; eternity neither opens nor closes that or any other obtuse door it-is-simply, revolving in or out evermore, and nothing more. Don't be a harbinger-to-deaths call. It has no hold on what you say, it has no flesh or bones- other than this empty vessel you leave when you've decided it's now time to go outside and play. Don't be a portentous egotistical fool when you dine at a party- don't go drunk and inconsolably hungry, there's already been enough given. When you, look freestanding it was given, in the beginning, in your glory.