Slaves to the world
genuflect on capital
temples of wealth and terror
clusters of critical creation
Pillars rise like shadows
casting reality where nothingness would
jackrabbits gaze around rocky corners
when silence, searing stood
Royal clumps of ant like bumps
still hills that filled with leaven
arisen to the skies
while everyone tries
to find the niche that's heaven
on surface breaking stumps
What can be done
when peace is profound
and wars echo ideas
emanations of censured sounds
Original sin
rolled like gravity’s marrow
bone crunches dinner for vultures of sorrow
Good leaves thought
when philosophy is bare
dust settles empty shelves
mankind becomes collective tares
Lord Jesus freed the slaves
bound to the temporal
hope did cost
winning over confusion ephemeral
for spirit filled eternity.
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