That upper puller glides
magnificient bringer
tells me my pain is below me
shadows like cattle eating the light
Then being picked off and devoured
By a bigger discerning creature
That shed more light, longer, higher
upon the canvas stretched tight
Of my own slow pace life
The greater, Yes the awe driving spirit
The righteous before me
paving my road with light porous stones
Quietening my sleep
I have no right
How small I seem to be
Dare I compare myself to thee
A pinch of your essence at most
I´m humming the murmur of the cosmos
Making way for the changes abound
That my organs and dreams are not shaped for
The upper, the glorious
the one who never forsook me
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