Monday, September 29, 2025

THE COMING

Strength furnished by the rock
Sight made flesh
Iron were loins and joint
Sight remains penetrable 
I gay

Unlike others on hoof not adder 
Announcing his coming unaware 
Deceptively silence he the way
Glaring some saw, lowered he in green and crept

Till the coming
Spotless was I pursuing the heavenlies
Till she emerges 
Enticing locomotion before me she came
I succumb not but the flesh

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