Pillars and clouds,
Ancient of Days,
Lies for the crowds,
Truth set ablaze.
Trickery’s fits,
Never stay pinned,
Man’s counterfeits,
Can’t cover sin.
Deep in our souls,
God’s fire and smoke,
Filling our holes,
Until we’re awoke.
False flags
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Cucumber Lodge 
Rivers and sticks,
Origins maze,
Truth’s only trick’s,
My lies to raze.
Subtly still,
Way beckons chase,
E’er muted trill,
Can raise the bass.
Upon my mien,
New warmth and new light,
My fullness His sheen,
N’er sleeping in blight.
Wonderful!