I could weep a cataract as would shame the Nile
And I could pound the wicked with a thousand mile-wide smile
Well, I could raise a thunder-clap with one hand tied behind my back
Could kill a beast at fifty feet with just a glint from one mad eye
Oh, I could draw my arm and hurl a mountain into space
And I could throw a fit to shift the planet from its course
Could charm the very lightning with synaptic force and torch this place
And I could shout an earthquake so profound the rotting dead would wake
Still, I could cry an ocean of lament and then seal up its source
And I could make a potion for a notion of the World’s remorse
And I could grow a garden for the hardened heart to ripen soft
And raise aloft a hoping over all the misery and dross
Well, I could try today to live all in and live it all the way
For I could die tomorrow on my own created cross
[Originally posted: July 2014]
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A powerful piece so full of thought and imagery. I felt it’s rawness and need time to fully unravel its intellectual sophistication – a real composition. Thank you.
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Thank you, very much x
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