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I Sudder For the Week
The Week I have seen the results of such causation in the Flow; the rankling of souls in the current schemes Unfold; a swift retribution of all that falls In timing, in days united by one moment, one Succinct cause; it binds the Master to some purpose: To make Him writhe in pleasure at the phases, all The places Souls must sift through; He has no responsibility to define love or anger or Redemption in His name for they will come and go, I say. They might be movements that guide oblique the One’s who seep reason through the His doors of circumstance; The bonds of second chance rendered one, two three, They hold wisdom glory and valor in place, The sanctifying grace of all that holds you in wonder, All that heaven will withstand as we nightly storm its Gates to shatter blue the moon, To suck in all the stars on cue and spew them Rearranged – for that is the gift of breath, in Darkness rising in our sleep, I shudder for the week – it has no place here.
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