Untitled #3A Poem by John SullivanFor William Blakea day is promised says a Book prophet's path a writhing worm on a hook cast a net but stay and look a mountain sings there's a running brook horses go mad enter the librarian's nook a Sunflower Sutra flowers grow and flowers cry you never stopped to wonder why carry the stone an exasperated sigh crucified in my mind with the lonely, bitter, and unkind to live is to die why rise and try? a sacred story, there's only One to find pride of Kings? What is the pride of a King? it's all of this and every other thing
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