Hymns To Re the Sun God Breathings
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Hymns to Re the Sun God Breathings
Someone has to do it
Let the meaningless clichés begin
No one has to do wot’s not been inspired
Re, the Sun God couldn’t Sing and
Therefore could not be hired to breathe
leading to his Damnation
just this side of the Egyptian heaven
For hours I stand naked on the Mesa soaking in
The frequencies of all light passing through its prism
I hold the key to so many colors that you
Can no longer see me bellowing out directions
That sound like the rushing wind
And here they build a windmill temple to the wind
Constantly turning
Eternally reminding the pale people below
Of the power of God
Let the meaningless clichés continue and
End each with Amen
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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