Pull, resist the hope,

Towards whole salvation

When there is more to be redone,

Rerun the portraitist of if yeterdays

Swaying to the wind against,

Have the mind be dense 

A sensation of resurrection,

Redundancies grounding recommendation 

Go again twice looping, like a troop trusting,

Nice not to be testing

Not messing with their formula,

Former person of a nameless nebula

Just follow the fact forms of the sidewalk,

And enter the solid sky scrapers

That shape the landscapes,

Of a commitment to their tireless refusal

To change.