The Man Who Loved Unicorns
The man who loved unicorns
The man who loved unicorns,
Drew pictures in my mind,
Venn circles of spiritual precision,
Wheeling within, weals
A body encompassing physicality,
Balloon expanded with an Id of spirituality,
And there, bulls eye circle, a gift,
For whilst my soul encompasses my whole,
It's the Spirit that takes that central role,
A voluntary Thomas of a fat controller,
Whose direction, track changing role,
Creates a new way of seeing my whole,
The utter supplication beyond explanation,
Finding a gift within me, The One Truth, sets me free!
@Andrew Carnegie, opening windows, 14th Jan 2017
Copyright © Andrew Carnegie | Year Posted 2017
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