Saturday, February 15, 2014

5068. MY KING

MY KING
My King he rules in silence, leaving nothing
out behind. He roams his hand along the vast
horizon : seeing skies and seeing signs. Everything
at once wholesome and well-made is his.
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That leaves a lot for wishing, of course, and
understandings of the dark and evil matter  
must go on alone. Without me, meaning 
really solo as can be. I watch the 
weathered Heavens moving on.

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