Blank Verse { 2 X 2 alternating trochaic pentameter / trochaic hexameter
Shadows from the first weeds of the garden, hold and nest the last star’s seat in Heaven. Now the weight of the cross or a later headstone, chosen who will have to lose in order to win. Satiated flavors to extinction, rocks became pearls when I saw my own tail. New trees cover the graves of old men while bearing fruits still promising the gifts of faith and knowledge. In a tear’s small rainbow, a new passion. Broken by conviction, new foundation. Lamb of God in seven seals Judea’s lion. Further drift from the world, but I am not lonely.
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