You shocked across my expanse,
A crystallizing reverb waking the void,
Your simulacrum tracing the confluences of awareness:
You appeared, you were beheld, rightly you were anointed.
You blew bigness into tiny beings,
But only inflating, never buttressing.
Ever you sought love
But received only worship.
You gave without hope of gain,
And grew weeds in shallow fields,
And ever I did pull them up,
While you fled, leaving the chaff to kindle.
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