If I was an immense star reaching out
in the timelessness; that a geography
of space exists in a nutshell where every
magnitude makes another look small
You can see that a profundity is not alien
to the tiniest. As much as a magnitude may
seem without depth. And what would I beget
if I reached out endlessly? Who brings forth
the conversation? philosopher or dilettante?
lover or foe? sacredness or profaneness?
Is your resoluteness your downfall? Or
are you too spellbound not to see? Does God
have to witness his folly after the act of it, out
of another’s deceit. How does glory become an
innuendo taken far away from glorification!
That one must become a shadow of oneself,
because there were too many shadows
emitting smokes and mirrors, even as you waited
patiently, (being straightjacketed in your chair)
imagining that you were preparing for your throne!
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