Morning brings a clearer vision
as the sun makes its assent
And dwells in the blue
Before it’s journey overland.
Under one God,
Our small animations
approximate gestures
of lives arranged
by a benevolent hand.
How gentle their hearts beat
that resound overland.
Charged with the blessing
For every last man.
That rage in our dreams
And to close the abyss;
Conflict along the Ring of fire.
Love binds souls that blend to conspire.
What is that conspires within us
to create events and then ask why?
I’m fighting the poet,
So, who is loving the master.
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