An Ode to the Number 4

Four is the door
To the myriad spirits
In the material world
So say the numbers.

God is my compass
Overseeing the winds blowing
In all four directions:
North, East, West, South.

But, there is no
NEWS to speak of
Just history repeating itself
All along the watchtower.

How long fore we
Learn, our verses
Be the world as
We actually see it?

©2014

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