I saw the Power in Black Immensity,
Squatting in Darkness by the roadside,
Staring into Nothingness,
Yet his muscular image emits profundity.
His Silence was a retort to worldly clamour.
His cudding generates Power to run Life,
Under his weight, the earth felt sweating,
His snorting threatened the world to mend & correct.
This Black Immensity rules the Eternity.
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