Forever We Are Ducking Poem by james watkin
Forever We Are Ducking
Forever we are ducking
Origin theories.
Ice-balls, discharged of
Blind gunneries
The latest of them to
Graze scull cap of Creed.
Confuse not the heavens!
I am of God's seed.
Genesis is now a swamp.
Spawning's blackest lie.
Sorry, but all tadpole
Musings I've put by!
When deeper looked into
And depths of soul trace
Reflections but divine
Have filled up my face.
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