Read Poem: Do Not Always, by Matildas Waltz

We could spill it all out
In a good read about
How there ever came to be
Up in the sky . . .
…a poetry tree,
That never burns down
And in its branches abounds
The phoenix whose sounds

Are the silence . . .
of ETERNITY;
But what could we achieve
When the tale of all ages to believe
Was being plucked as the tail
Of the phoenix,
whose message be:
Only when from above
Is life’s lesson simple and straight
Precise in corresponding
With detail complicating,
Below in the gradings
Of matters of density
Established of space
In time continuum fabric;
Will
the word be real
And only then might nobody steal
Such that nothing might be
Of all the words blue,
One would think the sky true
And just as numbers
are to be believed
What goes up when in need
Just as feathers regrew upon…