For a vessel of Exactness
you'd think I'd be better traveled, speak another language,
be a consummate chef and gardener, a rebel, a do gooder,
an entrepreneur of delicacy, a at least have a Godly demeanor,
if not, then you'd think I should have a "Godlike" body, an Avatar,
a rainbow of hue, but only blue when holding my breath,
a chameleon of sorts and soothings, laughter comes.

My vessel moves within much more than out.
I'm collecting miles and miles of the Spirit miles!
Miles and miles as far as the heart can imagine.


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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