The Word’s Wheel

Have respect

For the highest

Word project yet.

In truth,

It belongs to no one,

Human mind.

One can safely bet,

I am just a deliverer

Of the path

Of man’s efforts,

On His Holy Highway’s 


A shiny white jet

Has crashed.

It cruises 

On high skies

From the future,

And descends

To the past.

It is the last,

In a long line

Of aspiration’s

Acquisition, cast.

Alliances for profit


A business man’s 

Satchel fat.


Who is it?

Who justly belongs

To all this

Creative Matter?

©2014 C. E. Eksuzian, all rights reserved.

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