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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