The Object

The object is well armed, yet happy.
The object never falls from my sight.
The object holds beauty unfortold.
The object is continually my light.
The object holds no mortal bounds.
The object appreciates temporal reality.
The object is the only word of truth.
The object holds the mind's fertility.

Words Copyright © 1982 J.L. Hunter

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