Better Judgment

Given space

All it contains
As an endowment, a gift
A choice now

Plunder the earthen quiet
Pluck sentient jewels as personal trophies
Place my footstep as an uncontrolled burn upon what sustains me?

How do I treat thee, miracles


Poison myself no more
Ponder the treasure with all I am
Position omniscience between it and a carnal mind

All the acreage
As certain as certain can be
A zealot protector

Bless’ed space

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