Big Red

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BIRTH RIGHT

The day want dies,
Birth begets a new son
Of purpose.
Creation floats, aloof,
From fingers
Chewing runes, midair,
With indiscernible intent.
Hieroglyphic life
Fashioned for confusion
Waylay love's aid
Allowing self to find purpose
Again.
Betray my Esau I will.
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