Sign Post

There's this sign post in the road.
My glasses are fogged up so that I can't read it clearly.
I think that it says STOP
but by the time I make out the third letter, I have forgotten the first two , have passed it and almost gone off the road.
In a few minutes, there is another sign post. It says basically the same thing . At least the letters seem shaped the same way , there seems to be as many as before , but the sun gets in my eyes and so I miss its meaning again.
Maybe it says Stop or maybe it says Enough ,Quiet, or Remember. I don't know and its beginning to bother me because it keeps popping up every few miles. Maybe its not there, maybe I just wish that it was,a directional to life's behavior.I want to stop the vehicle so that I can not only check the water and oil levels but also write down what it says and tuck it in my pocket.
I would begin the message with these words : Thus saith the Lord.
But then I might tear it up because, what if thus doesn't saith the Lord? What if saith thou only me? I'm thinking that if it is not tainted with a particular agenda and smells really fresh it must be from God. I need that right now. A freshening.
Here comes the sign again...
L
I
S
T
E
N

No End of Poetry

The knowing of the Three is enough to braid any rhyme or meter ,

cohesive.

Their tough bonded cord tightened toward the light of day

pulls us away from futility

with a towline of agility.

We bend straight.

Forced with line or weight,trees.

our stretch is clean...

or not.

Lack of subtility means forgetfulness.

Our best face forward is shrouded nobility,

when

our limited personal identity is dispersed,disposed,deleted.

We are becoming.

Who are we?

YOU...YOU...YOU...

amen. Let it be as you have said.

SATISFACTION GARANTEED

WHEN OUR MEMORY OF ETERNITY IS FREED.