Vere dictum is Latin for verdict n' the verdict is in In this fervorous play devoid of a curtain call on my inherent sin I like 'em hot but Venus well her flirt a bit too hot for me at 884 degrees It's not hyperbole-an overcasting 'cause I landed here with the Shittim Acacia n' Myrtle trees Deos pro nobis is God is for us though some not sure I'd concur- Si Deus pro nobis contra nobis- "if God be for us- who can be against us?" I stemmed from Japeth n' Seth to first Milen.Celts of Nord Italia then to Highlands of Scotland near Inverness So I'd be akin to Tulahalawasi- "offspring of Highland towns" I guess Then not sure if inner schism or from mission infiltration Muskogee Creek tribes not appasoonagogos-excommunicated in Greek from communion but exhiled so called Apalachicola- "people on the other side" Though their origins Peruvian coined as Anahica-"place of the elite" where most all'd wanna reside Yet they pushed their boats off so the Spanish called 'em Apara- "from the sea" or Apalache-"offspring of the sea" So though we all may swirl like a swift creek motif that we still shared the holy black drink of the holly leaf not in the legend of the Spanish moss but pounding our tree trunk fashioned drums-tamamas in echos that tickle the underbelly of the sky with the gnarly fog encased fingers of the trees that we may stir the fires of belief All rivers meander coursing a decline on terra firma eventually kissing the sea Yet let us ever consider The Source-The River of Zoe- abundant life- Chai in Hebrew too They usually teach as originating with two-the Tigris/Hiddekel meaning "rapid" n' the Euphrates- "good and abounding" But there's two others in this confluence- the Gihon-"bursting forth" n' the Pison-"dispersive" n' Havilah means circular or surrounding So though I've been stung on the foot by a stingray n' winded at The Wedge despite my wadin' back in or uncoagulating bleedin' I've been cleansed with torrents n' hyssop So whether it be graceum(Latin)- gracee (Fr.)-khane/chen (Hb.) or Charis (Gr.) I'll do my part to rouse up The old Lion Who'll bind me into His foal washing His garments in the blood of the grape then relievin' duty of the cherabims sentry at the entry n' extinguish the flaming fanning sword So I'll be spawned in the crystal clear River of Eden. 1-24-2017 Duncan R. M. Ferguson