I think the day was rather sunny,

at least that I recall,

layered in my own shawl

a travesty of the fall of humanity.

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Could we ever move in freedom

if when we blink an eye

there is the question why

should we attempt design a kingdom.

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When while a spiritual guide exists

in the hearts and mind

of the many who remind,

when is it that faith insists.

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Can you see my eye, the fear I contain,

might reveal my inside

persona I keep beside

me as safely tucked away I can maintain

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Some dignity of form I revel in

walk the streets clean

knowing that my machine

has met the standard; a societal win

~

now a certain grayness overcomes

the temperate nature of mine

a loathsome place I do incline

to share with no one; beat the drums.

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When while I wallow in self-pity in frame

here now why would you let me join the game.