The Host Speaks
by Mistryel Walker
I am Universe entire
sheltering generations
altar or landscape
where lovers and rivals
misspend their blood
battleground and borough
a half-digested nature
without culture or belief
without regret or shame
Here, no sun rises or sets,
no moon, no stars
Neither weather nor fashion
dampen the rhythm of this circuitous void
For I AM the beginning
and the end of their teeming nations
their breath - selah.
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