To and Fro
When the Rapture cometh
I will bide my time quietly
Not to the tremors of past consequences,
but to the calamity of their remorse
in that inevitable end of sequences
I will rise above life matter-of-factually
reigning in all I have planted and sown
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2021
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