David Walker Poet Free verse

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Hymns To Re the Sun God Breathings

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

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