Crowd of Witnesses...

I sit & I ponder

With wit I express

To which, none the fonder

Than bits of my flesh

I hold classes & teach

Gather masses & preach

Any stage or show in front of those who seek

A display of prose at its noble peak

The ooo's & ahhh's are slient burdens

Of news from Oz behind the curtains

The broods & mobs of attentive gazes

Are schools of thought's repentant changes

A realm of my own, where my faculty is king

In this helm, I postpone realities sting

Outside my mind...

Feeding on reasoning...with pride, I dine

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Divinely primed...

Seasoning til pleasing...beside design

A temple filled, with a crowd of its choosing

Guarding its gateway of guidance

Resemble, it will, the crown of its suiting

With garments painted in vibrance

This hall of echoes, long in its days

Shouting the will of its story

Falling below, to its own praise

Or housing its builder's glory