The Ancient of Days
HE IS the WORD made FLESH, causing POETRY.
in lines of phi relativity.
Giving Haven, SANCTRUERY.
THE URGE
embellishing upon PLODE-DRAVEN.
The I AM, Inconceivably.
Life's hunger, he flourishes,
with variety's relish, he nourishes appetit
WITH SEASON, to taste at her warmly tit.
He smiles at his BRIDE, in an indescribable way.
The golden glow of LOVE, in auric_rippled face,
speaking in braille of thunder, phrase.
Neverending verse, mystery glazed
with reverberating reason-aburst, ablaze.
He illustrates in Winter, Fall, Spring, Summer.
THE AUTHOR THE CREATOR.
THE POET.
THE ANCIENT OF DAYS
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