I believed I could mold it—
that if I kept my voice measured
and my reasons alluring, debauched, persuasive,
the wrong thing would come out clean.
I drank the elixir that coronates a man
without asking where his kingdom lies,
a liquid that turned appetite into law.
I mistook wanting
for knowing.
Everyone stood silent while I tried
to forge it into shape.
I don’t live that high anymore.
I recognize who sits on the throne
and how little He needs my engineering.
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New long-form poetry reading on YouTube—featuring work from Aluminum Cowboys and a sneak peek from Searching for Nod.
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hello dearest Thomas good evening this is inspired ❤️
We all figure out eventually who is in charge. Nice one.
Thanks
Amen, Thomas. Powerfully penned an excellent and relatable write my friend. I’ve come to that same conclusion myself. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian