Now
Now, my wake, Lesser what be,
Nothing to accomidate wealth,
Nor Own Sanctuary To call Palase...
But Awake I Am, & setting
The Balls In Motion . . .
Which Not Even I
Once Made Set,
Change What Will,
Take Place, But In The,
Past My Answer . . . To Now,
Fore My Wake, To Create . . .
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2018
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