Ode to the Ever Present
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A bloodied king of scarlet veins
On his body
His face
His hands
And his feet
Who burns the light of day
And adorns the stars of night.
Beneath the stagnance of my heart I could feel
His gaze upon my life
And the landscape of my past
The skeins of the future
The performances of the present
And the certainty of his work
Written in the book
Off the pages of my chapter.
Between the ragged curtains of my knowledge
A word hangs on a tree
On a tree for all the world to see
And all the alpha and omega
Written by it
A word on a tree
That gave its truth
For you
and for me.
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