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In giving oblation
In giving oblation
To the elements of the Gods
I issue portion microcosmic
In its gross
Reborn son of sensations
And nectar dripping from boys
Subtle as gathered mothers
Awaiting their wings
When father uttered an offering
Therefore was the word born
I am son of the holy son
Born by the bone of all
My offering orders.
poem
by
David E. Patton
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