Veni
There
was a world
beyond
the horizon
of
stone
sand
river
tree
people
music
laughter
and it
called my name
though
it had never met me
I
could not but come
and
see
Vidi
Beyond
that horizon
now
I look
and
find those
that
called me
rich
and poor
wise
fools
and
dancing eyes
places
and names
that
never were
where
I was
I see
forests of maybe
made
into is
Vici
And
now it is mine
but
why?
Why
did I step on this soil
and
turn it into something it was not?
Why
did I drink its waters
and
make them my own?
Why
did I take wonder
and
beat it into my own image?
The
steward is lost
the
eye without judge
in
making everywhere
home.
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