when kings decree to enjoin lands
enlightenment besots all but the meek
we device passages to vanish gracefully
and return similarly with not a shadow of doubt
If ever it remained plastic relentlessly
only mahatmas would sense the seeming guidance
we are called upon by the noise of gongs + music
merely for a fleeting glimpse of sufferings
we march to confront destiny
all but the plenipotentiary will do none but submit
in pure happiness + faith
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