One thousand nails laid in pine
The west was built in a day, maybe less
Is there any zenith we will see beyond?
I’ve heard before of the chariot, pulling the sun
Following the ellipse, crafted for this body
There is none else these bones could hope
But to synthesize, the way it was designed
I am just a voyeur, hoping to see the light
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J M (Pseudonym) (
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That light will be there for you John.
Andy
a wonderful read,
Happy New Year
Good read John. Happy New Year.
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