Set upon

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My palate to become some rebel

Has long escaped my lofty desires

Perhaps from my trodden maturity

Wearing my tried-and-true scars

However, neither will I be seen

Through some Overton window

As some acquiescent exemplar  

I am that I am, in all my essence          

I’ve peregrinated in hells of jungles

Even if they be only human emotions        

I’ve felt the Holy presence of God

Inside of my deep but darkest hours        

I feel the ripples of the universe itself

When I feel your void… inside my life

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Poet of the Light © 2022

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