God-seeker

What fickle foul delineates my mind
What hissing sentiment I find
Caught up in pools of sticky-me
That clot my breath and misery

i seek to find more than myself
i want not comfort, fame or wealth
but to BOW before the One who KNOWS

THE ONE WHO CLAIMS THE HIGHEST THRONE

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