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I thought that I could walk on water and as the son of man I should have swam with big fish wish? I should have wished the World away stepped into another day of Saints and sinners losers winners who brought hope and misery to us the peasantry. Presently pleasantly surprised I find myself under clear blue skies on a desert dune whereon I rise and call out to the stars the sun the moon who if they hear at all will tell me all too soon just to whom it is I should pay homage. I reflect as the heat reflects up off the sand. Is this land fit only for those castles that would blow down in a storm? what form does man take when the breaking of the bread is taking bread from starving men? When? And then these thoughts that take me hostage are the homage I must pay To live and write and fight a ray of sunlight and in it wrapped tight another ray the simple way of it to sit and wander through these thoughts and I thought I could walk on water can't even stand on my own two feet.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
Hermit
I thought that I could walk on water and as the son of man I should have swam with big fish wish? I should have wished the World away stepped into another day of Saints and sinners losers winners who brought hope and misery to us the peasantry. Presently pleasantly surprised I find myself under clear blue skies on a desert dune whereon I rise and call out to the stars the sun the moon who if they hear at all will tell me all too soon just to whom it is I should pay homage. I reflect as the heat reflects up off the sand. Is this land fit only for those castles that would blow down in a storm? what form does man take when the breaking of the bread is taking bread from starving men? When? And then these thoughts that take me hostage are the homage I must pay To live and write and fight a ray of sunlight and in it wrapped tight another ray the simple way of it to sit and wander through these thoughts and I thought I could walk on water can't even stand on my own two feet.
john-edward-smallshaw
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
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