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Peek through the eye of a needle


POEM “Crown”

To be sure
Of your vision
I emhasise, dearly
And clearly
With empathy
- to all of thee -
There were three crosses
There, three crucifixions
Three fixations
And the crown of thorns
As illusion...
So came it to be
I out to thee
The Truth!
Crucifed were
All of the three
The father, the son,
The holy spirit too...
So may we begin anew!


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