Festival of new life with the powers of the immune
Under the new moon we migrate to the commune
The limits break under the weight of unbearable prosperity
With elements crashing together in such pristine polarity
Born in the second millennium year of the gold dragon
Crossing paths with the wooden beast guiding my wagon
The four have run their course and all of their tricks
One left; then one, three, twenty and thirty six
About the Creator
J. K. Anderson
A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.
Thanks for stopping by :)
@frame0fjosh
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