There He Goes
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Poem
There he is, doing his thing
Giving us loving Power
There he goes, sitting there
Giving us every hour
Oh no, there he ascends
Turning for his throne
As we pray for his consent
There he goes, peering in on his clone.
Behaving as he indicated
We live in his inspiration
In his care until elevated
Until we receive glorification
There he is, doing his thing
Giving us loving Power
There he goes, sitting there
Giving us every hour
It’s up to me to set the move
I know I’ll be seen, it’s written
I’ll seek out his cove
Need not fear of being stricken
At his dinner table of worship
Heading for his …Doom
His spoken words
Turn out to be his wardship
more by THOMAS DEANGELO
photograph by Frantzou Fleurine
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