I believed I could mold it—
that if I kept my voice measured
and my reasons alluring, debauched, persuasive,
the wrong thing would come out clean.
I drank the elixir that coronates a man
without asking where his kingdom lies,
a liquid that turned appetite into law.
I mistook wanting
for knowing.
Everyone stood silent while I tried
to forge it into shape.
I don’t live that high anymore.
I recognize who sits on the throne
and how little He needs my engineering.
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Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Mighty recognition in this write of fantasy and reality and in those with faith in a higher power what divides the two That elixir many have tried and many have died survivors being a few. Excellent write my friend
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