Channel of Trade

Of light, of manner of bright, and of brash
Nothing comes light in this circle of being
Taking it in, What comes forth is the lesson of the mind. A brilliance of heart that shines in luster
If anything the waterway has been engaged
What stands as a whisper is no longer the mark
A measure of trade over roiling seas
Even across that of rippling fields of argument
Nothing that is limited by words or doing
A snaking pipe that has become a soul
Only a notice of the brief
One may find themselves in a channel of Trade.