Majesty or Something Else

The hangman’s noose is but rope,
until bound and knotted.

Images in a mirror are not real
but reflections; until recorded.

It is nothing until found
Once it is found, it is something.

To be treasured.
To be absorbed.
To be rejected.

The call of the wild is truly
the call of the divine.

Feast now. Delight;
again there will be famine.

It is nothing until found
Once found it becomes something.

 

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