ShapeTalk from the universe,
of all the wishes curled in verse.
ShapeTalk will not make it worse,
for all the ShapeTalk that you curse.
ShapeTalk crafts us a story,
right-brained as well as left,
and the ShapeTalk
ends up with a moral,
crafted by fingers so deft.
Seek beyond the ShapeTalk,
don't let the universe stay waiting,
if you do not sing your song of songs,
your final Judgement will be eviscerating.
ShapeTalk lifts us higher, to a place we hope to see,
in a ShapeTalk day of Heaven, in our universe of peace.
Raise ShapeTalk to the Universe, open up that stingy purse,
ShapeTalk and more ShapeTalk still, on dreams we still nurse.
ShapeTalk to the universe, deliciously pearled and curled in verse.
ShapeTalk cannot make it worse, for all the ShapeTalk that you curse.
ShapeTalk avers a story, right-brained along with left,
and the ShapeTalk ends up with a moral,
one not meant to leave you bereft.
Seek beyond the ShapeTalk,
don't let the universe stay waiting,
if you do not sing your song of songs,
your final Judgement may be eviscerating.
ShapeTalk raises us higher, to a place we look to see,
in a ShapeTalk sort of Heaven, in our universe of peace.
Raise ShapeTalk to the Universe, open up that stingy purse,
ShapeTalk and more ShapeTalk yet, on dreams we still nurse.