Poise and Aplomb

The fine lines of you

States often about your dignity

The true rise of power, in extreme

Without any support, nor surety

The sculpts and mountains

Stay there forever

Even when we die, they don’t

And know more than we’ll ever do

The truth of time, the history

Is know only known by these sculpts

And mountains. But only if they knew

How to confess, imagine how everything would be

The true dignity would be given to those deserving

Evil would vanish like it was never here

The sun of goodness will come, eventually

If only non-living things start to speak, ever

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