but sayeth he
that gives breath
unto all things
mysterious i am not
but made from
he
who has made

the ocean n the sea

and behind such clouds
whic speaks the sun
with shine and obvious
but behold
its warthm
shal spread over thy face
and its beauty shal kno me
inside n out
til thy waiting
moment
from the death of thy moment

fulfill

and thy spirit but giv
-fall

and disperse

from the las of my days




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