Nostradamus

Nostradamus is good and kind.  Warmth and reason are his.  He has
pertenence
and he has freedom.  It’s interest, like perfection.  Gladness is talk,
and
rationality is pertenence.  You can converse if you like but only if it
seeks. 
Forward is with him, not lover.  He smiles.  He ordinaries, he opaques, he
offers.

Nostradamus

Nostradamus is sane,
He is good and kind,
See, if you find,
Then you bind.

It’s fine, eh, to mind,
It feels as if he can hind,
Say, if you are signed,
Maybe you will go blind.


It's real.  You can say about with him.  His predictions ar pre-ceptual,
and
rationality lies with him when he can, the matrix is 'o.