The perfect alignment

Listen and move closer

To close is closing the windows and doors of the house

And in thinking;

For the idle self will not plunge

The intelligence surrounding in lessons

To open is not a single movement

Is not a function of mortality

And so being; once believed

The world rests not on thy bane shoulders

Should reveal; I cannot carry thus the stone

Some running and some at sorts of despise

Do not I reveal; I am under oath

Am as lowly, irrelevantly supreme

Yet I encounter squander

Of those who remorse in becoming the statuesque

I hear the music beating both low and high

I carry no spade beneath my sleeve

For I am peaceably seeking harmony as were you

Yet I listen and listen closer

Am I not beyond the deeds of truth

I fall same as you undeniably assured

I cannot meddle with my opposing body

And make her truth unknown

I move when the movement persists

I affix when there is silence

There is no undoing in command

When the solid grace of a man

Is but still as the universe does rest