Eighth Month Log Tilling Light

 

Scientifically thinking recording results, 

For my inclusive economy in all matters media. 

Eight months present now, 

Knowing wonderful magical miracle blessing, mind.

Come nine month time. 

Scientist of spirit, I note each result,

In currency numbers appearing increasing my accounts,

Proof is the count in my music media library,

My all me economy circling into voice.

Eight months present now,

Mind showing wonder, magic, miracle, blessing,

Figures glowing being constellations,

I walk the lab of sky,

Clipboards of rhythm in hand,

Tests of faith confirming rise upon rise.

And then—month nine arriving presence,

What a gush, a flowering,

Plans crown into living forms,

Wins step for word and call my name.

From point A to Good Love aviation air,

I log the shine, I sign the light,

Sowing everything tallying mind.