And In My Greatness
The Greatness Has Befallen Me and in a time
of thyn of which can not be lost . . . TO What
I, but the folley, & has yet to be Fallen, . . .
How'en deed with Haste, yet not with haste, is
weather tiss is a lesser folley . . . To what I have & in
my hands as has I could see. I can see but when
created Not lesser the how but, intangiabley. The
Greatness Has Befallen Me . . .
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2018
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