4 Ix
White Self-Existing
Wizard
Now the wounded 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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