We Move and Do Not Move

I take the tale as it is told.
I am but a passive listener.
I breathe flames and rime
A song of salt and rust.

I spin no tales of gods or men
There will be no takers of time.

A mere pittance do I offer,
A life of mortgage and loss,
Hours in thrall of a dead-eyed king,
Hoping for an absent Christ,
A thought, perhaps, to quell the flame,
A chance to make of void something new.

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~ by Benji on 17 SunAmerica/Los_Angeles2014-08-31T13:59:54-07:00America/Los_Angeles08bAmerica/Los_AngelesSun, 31 Aug 2014 13:59:54 -0700 2017.

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