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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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