The Great Imposition

Uncle Jeremiah directed my focus from the crocus blooming amid the granite grave though the blossom could've been other than crocus, for I desire to obey the new word lords and endeavor to end a line with proper rhyme; anyway the reason Uncle Jeremiah redirected my focus from what might not be a by-the-book crocus in the technical sense, was because of the fish he just landed, a trout, which flipped, flopped, for air, life, for return to water.

Now Uncle Jeremiah brandished the fish knife, or that's what youthful me knew to call it, fish knife, for it was the tool he used and prepared to use for gutting fresh caught fish as he intended to gut this fish, this trout, he lately snagged from the lake. I had a fishing bug for a few months when young, but then came a camera and then a guitar, so I set the fishing bug free, and cannot quote too many technical terms found in a tackle box glossary, other than hook, sinker, and line.

"Now as you prepare for your life embarkation, lend your young ear so my words will root in thine heart. If ever thou encounter a type who proclaims they champion the crusade for formalism, if you forget all I say today remember this: the crusading formalist is never about formalism, for they cleverly play a game in which they omit Re, as their true objective is reform, thus the formalist is by nature an adamant reformer, and your enemy."

The word Enemy cut me like my uncle's knife jabbed in the belly of the big fish in his hand, and slickly sliced all the way, spilling lots of guts, and I would swear I saw a tiny orthodox guy joining the guts cut by my uncle's expertise.

"The word Enemy distresses something within. My prayer is to ever know no enemy."

"Because thy spirit is free, and desires love between mankind. But the reformer intent is imposing order on the free. Yes that means you."