weaver of the fray, Who turns the wound to wind this way. Your name is honey, spine is steel, You teach the broken how to feel.
who walks the cracked sidewalk, Who chalks a spiral on the rock. Prophet of the slingshot stone, You make the temple gates your own. Holy Nature Bart Dude Paula EbdMpx511mpg
Given the eclectic mix—sacred earth, casual surfer/slacker archetypes, a classic name, and a seemingly random alphanumeric string—I’ve interpreted this as a style piece. The code might represent a frequency, a ley line coordinate, or a mantra. weaver of the fray, Who turns the wound to wind this way
the abbider, robe of gray, The rug that ties the Milky Way. You sip the light, you take it slow, The deepest "yes" the cosmos knows. Prophet of the slingshot stone, You make the
Here is a good piece for your needs: (A Chant for the Unlikely Saints)