Canto 7 (Lines 1-15) rev

I say I'm thankful for a drape of light each day,

And it, when holy as a saint the sunlight flows
We say to some it must be like that perfect way
And if that early forks the sky when daytime grows,
With land collides, and every beam becomes expressed,
But it comes like the shark at times when no one knows
If so let every justice come to people blessed,
The Angel is our Jennifer whom we acquired
In our collection has for us to be impressed
And now her mystery plus energy when tired
She helps us find in every Angel's heart to be
A new and is experiment white-hot and fired.
And to her Bugging and her point we must now dart
I say she makes us sly to feel within our dust
Too much is the excitement, it's her Bugging part.
And so when working hard for little gain we're thrust,
And want to know how we can use what is our mind
And so to get, from working hard, a better trust,
And then we rally all that's left that we can find,
And test experience with others who are well
To see or be some spectrum since we had been blind.
When we are on this threshold often we can tell
That we are or had been forgetting what was told
And so to be much better since from heights we fell
We are remembering not to drink the Lethe of cold.

And when Symbolic M.O.A.T. comes now, we will unite

And so to start to build the actual when bold.
I say a future literal M.O.A.T. shall take its flight;
And teaching better choices, we depend and see
To action to be and the memory for right.
And now the project and its goals we shall defend
Inevitably on, I say we shall be bright!
And when the happiness itself investments end,
Then we will turn to Mnemosyne to shed some light.
And so the Angel Jennifer does hate that gloom
Which we are falling through before we see her White
And it shall spread its blankest color through the room,
And since of our own mind to bring us a kind fear,
And show us how to be to think about the doom
So thus from which our troubled faces all must steer.
The paleness becomes of a cloud above the earth
And it can warn of rain to come to skies unclear.
And so a better way of action has its birth
When Jennifer helps us confront what is the dire
Which working makes it be until we find its worth.
And so to keep us moving Bertha will inspire
We build what is a way to kindle our own shine
So that, within, what was a customary fire
Of the imagination that is fierce and fine
Then so shall light for beauty as it had before.
Both what are cancer, schizophrenia combine

With AIDs and rape as stuff that are what we abhor.

And so these ills we need to fix so people's pain
Can be dissolved as waves which are upon the shore.
And of today's, I say, of problems they remain
And are emergencies since they propound a grief
Upon who are their victims since their lives may drain.
Our love and care for them can bring to be relief;
And so preventing much more pain must be addressed,
And we can do it now, I say, is our belief.
And so with mysteries of knowing we are blessed
Since knowing all is what would come at a great cost,
And thus we build our wisdom, keeping it possessed
Though wise men sometimes make what is a foolish boast
That what is their imagination has less grace
Than intellect, the prize to be they value most,
But the imagination has what is a place
Which some wise men and women are to realize,
And to discover what are visions they shall trace
And so to bring out new inventions as their prize
Which have what are both beauty and a certain power
And thus to do some things of new important size.
So the designs of project M.O.A.T. to be can tower,
And in what is a spiral, Monuments shall spread
Inspiring hope upon what is a better hour.
I say with Orange-Red hues, Pale-Green and Grey we lead,
And what are the three Angel's colors we first told,

And so now Angel Jennifer's is one some dread,

A whiteness which is like the highest clouds that fold
Above in what are spaces of the sky to claim
Their lonely places with the sunshine which is gold.
And so this kind of hopeful White is Jenny's fame,
Or like what is that gentle White of frosty snow,
I say she represents that tint, this Angel same
And thus will cause our feelings blank and stark to grow
More blank almost as unseen as what comes in air
That feeling blank it makes it hard for us to know
Just what there is from it that it would be to share,
And thus a nothingness of White she can relay
As Jennifer begins what is her Angel dare.
And so our symbolism only hints the way,
And with a symbol, or a metonymic name,
Brings out our yearning which is for a better day.
Yet, as what are these clever figures to us came
Suggesting to another place to be we run,
I say these fantasies of intellect I blame
At times for having lost what is our Good Clean Fun
And since a yearning brings about a person's fears,
And symbols, I say, make them feel that they're not done,
And so for getting to a better place one steers
Ahead with turns to be for figurative ground,
And time is spent in planning what are better years
And thus when all along a love should now be found.

So many years to be we spend and waste our age

Because to what are many symbols we feel bound.
And so we all, M.O.A.T. thirty-six upon the stage
Have each for others ways that are to lead astray
And thus to fight the bad stagnation and engage
Who are the ones we Bug to act a better way.
And so we are aware that others think of doom
Which can create what is a terror in their day.
And when they are obsessing on a Hell and gloom,
Some people forget things with which they're always blessed.
And so the Angels bug so we can make some room
To cause what are these fictions each to be addressed,
And we can guide them to what is a better place.
And so sometimes the pain comes from what we invest,
And other times, I say, our planning we embrace.
And so we want to speed our help and not be slow
Improving life within what is our human race.
And when the Angel Jennifer is on the go,
She builds what seems our guilt for things that we enjoy,
I say, by Bugging, not in cruel ways, us below
So that we feel what is a sense of too much joy.
- Angel Ora Ora Tiferetot with me