Could anything I say ever keep me
from you? Violent seeds following through
will crouch at your door in abeyance, soon
you can control this. Looking up I see
two big bright eyes looking right back at us.
All I am is not only in the whirlwind,
there is more on the road than to begin.
Stillness in the center of the red dust,
brazen and warlike, holding victory.
She sits to the right of me on her own,
discipline, the only mother I know.
To the left of her I straddle the scene.
Petra holding the keys of life and death,
the Son of Man was quickly dispossessed.
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