There's once a youth, terrified with birdcage
without any bird to fly, prayers lacking with
folded knee, undead who must be laying
without any shirt, merely matching collars
looking like for faithful dog to guard, near the fire
shifted post, wait for once again: pause, breath
into the breather, thirsty souls kept using the
funnel, perhaps it's how the years gone by
in a flowery branch, prison in daylight, liberating
in night, these volumes speak louder but all faded
and gone, clasped with adorned jewel, of those
tiny portrait, shining bright, speaking to your souls—
the moon is down, all melted in startling waxes
& waves, wages of splendid flashing rod:
If I'd seen any power so high,
it's a calling of suppressing grace,
while I'm trembling with tearful gaze.
— 30th September, 2023
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