Alls Well Thats Maxwell
Let my son stand at the table of Life
sit in the seat of Wisdom
with ever open Arms
fingers of ready Consent
eyes of empath Sight and
a tongue of prose Impeccability
lips of passionate lovelorn Truths
shouldering resolute Responsibilities
on a chest of conviction, pure as Knight
the stomach to move beyond Measure
the heart of treasured Experiences
a soul of infinite Possibles
the karma of cyclic Intents
the nirvana to give back Unconditional
we can be the pioneers of an infinite, Lasting
and loving Peace,
as once we were There.
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