4 Ix
White Self-Existing
Wizard
Now the wounded Heart
Breaks open---broken
Into 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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