The Song of Everyman
I am History!
Moulded of the Earth and the stars,
of the temporal silence of a tear,
as Jesus of Narareth,
Albert Einstein,
Martin Luther King, or
a dust particle in a ray of sunlight,
I threw off the shackles of inferiority.
In a moment of revelation, I knew
that breath is my sole defense
and totality is my joy.
~
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