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The Arrival

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My people don’t believe

In me,

And I am sad

And I am vengeful—the

Only thing allowed to be

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I shall find them In their lairs

And look for justice,

Any sign of righteousness

Because

I am all mercy as well

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I stay my hand

And also bring it down

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I’d rather they live in paucity

And peace with Earth

And each other,

Leaving the world no worse,

If not better,

When a generation’s

Done with it

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Creation is renewable

As it is sustainable,

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But I have other children;

Here,

I have placed a point

In time

For an arrival

And the last catastrophes

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I wish they would be good,

I wish they would believe,

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I wish that judgment

Perfect in me

Could be a happy process

When all of us are here

At last

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C L Couch

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Comet NEOWISE

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