You speak of genius

while I ponder the level

in which I reside.


I bask in the sun

to discern my sequence.


The edge of the realm

where he exists,

I’ve waded.


I see now,

the pursuit is frivolous.


He is I,

and I am He.

I will remain there

on the hour written.


Though, for now,

we embark

on the perilous journey.


I imagine a road of ash

as we walk

to proclaim your power.


Please hear me

my brothers, my sisters,

you are already chosen.

◄ I'm Sure

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