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Revolutions (JHWatkins)

 

The beginning found the smallest place to start

It came directly from the heart

One word rose lonely from the core

Revolutions spun slowly from that sudden spore

Revelation removed from time

Flooded cracks along a line

Intersected by a space

Then folded neatly into place

It came to rest inside of me

Completed formed within the tree

Down the slap slide slips to root

A family gained with spares to boot

This moment takes to turn the tide

Fear's hit the fan no place to hide

Come to heel you quantum fires

And take to ground to stop the liars

Round and round and back again

A challenge to the sons of men

To stay upon foundations strong

Against the dark…before we’re gone….James Watkins

Done