Another
master.
One,
then
another.
On and
on once
again.
As always,
flocking
to the
light.
Vibrations.
Flickering
beacon
of hope.
Dynamics of
organization.
Many,
following
the few.
Innate
behavior
of the
organization.
Hierarchy.
Fingers
crossed.
Toss
pieces,
landing
somewhere.
Perhaps
the
table,
thus aligned.
Preordained
designed.
Lining up
thus so.
Rules
written.
Laws
ordained,
followed.
Laws?
Who’s
laws?
Etched
again,
by another
master.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 29th, 2026 19:49
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Comments1
Who's god is bigger, badder, the winner of the fight. Loved the continued rhyme. Well done
Thank you kindly….
Most welcome E.J.
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