4 Ix
White Self-Existing
Wizard
Now the pounding Heart
Breaks open – broken
Into the Soul’s Ear –
Artilleries and Armies
Lob thunderous Volleys
Every Form of Fire Power
Sheds every Form of Blood
As Within, so Without
As Above, so Below
How…
When…
Where…
Peace?
NOW!
©Kleomichele Leeds
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