Elijah and the Antelope
The sky opens up for you
as you dance across the pasture.
There is no Bucolic that can Rime away your leaping;
the second coming was a shadow of you.
You are the first in everything,
the strong, the swift, the wanted;
your heart is the reason we live.
as you dance across the pasture.
There is no Bucolic that can Rime away your leaping;
the second coming was a shadow of you.
You are the first in everything,
the strong, the swift, the wanted;
your heart is the reason we live.
The daft craft of your speed is dizzying,
we leap to the chase with pointed sticks,
leaving words wherever we pursue.
You guide us to discovery
as your fiery escape
from our futile scribblings
leaves us worshipping.
we leap to the chase with pointed sticks,
leaving words wherever we pursue.
You guide us to discovery
as your fiery escape
from our futile scribblings
leaves us worshipping.
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