skipping words across water
ripples spread at each touch point
mind merges into felt wonder
therefore it does not matter
if words are read or not
each skip was mind thunder
mind writes what words want
writes soul felt free thought
runs choice fields that anoint
sanctification consecration
pays homage honours all creation
earth entwined population
control investing in rim wars
out of sight out of mind fills
blood chalice injustice drips
beware balance restoration
all empires embracing evil fall
prosperity favours liberation
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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