OK so the little hand forgave the emperor
Mary was not barren as they all predicted
Merryweather had no scruples and ended a dynasty
Severity capitulated to unknown forces
And yet we are all still here, bitching and moaning.
Sat on the subway looking for a smile
Anywhere
Even in the adds.....oh there is one from a drunk character
His team one
Him nothing
Predicting the outcome of an odds on favorite
Statistically unsure where the line is drawn
Corruption or expedience
We flirt with disaster in the name of progress
Obfuscate and smile into the mirror
Like a child looking into the night sky
Far away from the city cloud of illumination
A heaven of heavens burst into awareness
Fear then calm
Just awe, clear mind
Returns to the city
Polly vows to lift the veil
Reinvent herself.......blessed father of mercy
Coagulation ceases acceptance of previous damage
Senses clear to infinite possibility.
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