Hail the sky for bringing you by
Upon the hills and mountains in which you stand,
and chasing darkness to fall beneath the land
However there is no spot that your glory dont transcend
Hail the clouds for letting you by
You are the source of our existence,
and the judge of our passing
We are nothing but carcass that breathes under your light
Hail the world for bowing humbly before your face
While the sons of man over look your place,
and causing them to burn before toes at the face,
of the earth, and of your grace
Hail to you curator of the splendid galaxy
While you slaughter everyman that stares with your fiery sword,
And passing me as I sit in worship: Admiring your destruction,
As I see the reflection of everything from the river by the bank
YOU ARE READING
HANDS OF AN ORACLE
PoetryTHE THOUGHTS THAT ARE TIED UP: IN THIS RIBBON HEAD OF MINE.
