power they need to carry out the required execution;
there are no military or rebel forces to save me as
I wrestle throughout the night not caring which side to join;
early morning desperately tries to draw lines on the
horizon as morning gently and gracefully to prominence;
grains of amethyst dust fall, sliding perpendicular to the sun
and while most would say the rains are coming,
I know my reign of terror is gone.
29Jun14
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