The Gates Are As a Billon Teeth
there is a mountain
one of 7
in evolution
a rider is born
the rider scorches the world
a rod in one hand
a scroll in the one
there is a porch
remained unburned
laying in sleep
a hibernation lasting
any number of years
forgetting not forgiving
a hand unseen
and only one needs believe
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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