The Words of An Introvert

Cover begins to unfold, As one uncovers these words, Say the light shine as they told, Then pluck a pen from the birds. For say let's open the book, Over the fields as we read, Refer as line with no hook, Idle as one see and heed. Never the core went reverse, Though when before it was dark, Risen from the light converse, Out of the void and thy ark. Vent as one should have conclude, Ever as seeds to arose, Ropes to grasp and to elude, To open out to those who blows. Welcome to those who are there, Entrail to what you would read, Late it is I must say fair, Lest could not be more than greed. Can you all lend me your ears? Over this thing to befall, More it is to say one hears, Ever as welcome for all. / / / / / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / // / /