What resources do I bring
To the choice of everything?
Is there magic in my ring?
Who has died and made me king?
Overtaught and underawed -
Where's the carrot? Where the rod?
Nothing's given, or outlawed.
Who has died and made me God?
On whose shoulders do I stand?
Who is reaching for my hand?
Am I armoured, or unmanned,
As I walk the wonderland?
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3 comments:
Underawed is problematic. The universe is perfectly wonderful and complex beyond imagination. Layered perfection.
A succinct and beautiful poem. Love it!
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